a literary journal published by the Black Earth Institute dedicated to re-forging the links between art and spirit, earth and society
These pandemic days begin in birdsong,
night herons nest loblollies,
cardinals crisscross shore,
geese squonk morning muster.
Time to return to ourselves.
Time to return to this odd mix
of fear and leafing. Clover pinks,
iris points, buttercups riot fields.
They ease us toward the end
of our own flowering, remind us
how what dazzles in dawn
by nightfall folds and fades.
Wendi White is a poet and educator currently musing among the geckoes and ginger scented ridges of O’ahu. She earned her MFA from Old Dominion University’s Creative writing program and was awarded the graduate Academy of American Poets Prize at Old Dominion. In her day job she works for the well-being of women, children and families. At home she cares for one spouse, two sons, a gracious mango tree and a naughty puppy named Rafiki.
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