The Way to a Heart Opening | Maggie Hess

The forest smelled rich
a step in the bakery
flowers dropping pearls.

The forest smelled thick
trilliums awake, open,
leaves sunken in soil.

The forest let scents
down fragile banks of bluebells
in my perking nose.

Through the forest, laughed
that woodpecker at my nose
and I am laughing back.

My hands about froze
the morning sun thawed my nose
as my heart opened.

 


Author : Maggie Hess  Maggie Hess 

Indian Review | Indian Literature Magazine | Authors | Maggie Hess writes for Indian Review. Read her poems and visit for literature

Indian Review | Indian Literature Magazine | Authors | Maggie Hess writes for Indian Review. Read her poems and visit for literature

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