Wednesday, December 12, 2012

At This Age

artwork: mary wehner

At This Age
 by Mary Wehner

It feels inordinately calm,
like November’s lake beginning its casual curl,
the late geranium in staunch regard,
agreeable in the changing light —
restlessness set aside like a spade in winter,
the low voice in the kitchen
where everything smells of fennel and rosemary,
hum and whistle in the front room, the logs catching.

~ first published in HUMMINGBIRD