by Odette Nightsky
Hymn
Before long the bright green trees
will turn to blossom the fat bud
of an apple will fall onto grass to
be baked into a crumble
the hot rays of sun will kiss then burn
cheeks and the evenings will stretch
into nights sitting in the cool listening
to the susurrus of voices glass tinkling
until before long the wind will whip faster the
trees are lit ablaze in cascading
red and amber they crisp and fall
like hot coals onto beds of snow
as ice frosts the windowpanes
evenings shrink into brisk walks
in the cold before long the bright green trees return
and turn to blossom.
Jessica Wood is a poet from Yorkshire currently based in Lisbon, Portugal. Her work explores different cross cultural experiences ranging from a dual heritage upbringing in the North of England, to a year spent gaining a Trinidadian twang in Jamaica. She has been published in ‘Introduction X’ by Smith | Doorstop and Modern Poetry in Translation’s ‘Origins of the Fire Emoji’ issue. jessicalouisewood.com
Odette Nightsky. Shamanic Counsellor, Author, Educator. www.contemporaryshaman.net