Daylight, Save Me

By Rebecca Foltin

Sagittarius 𖤓 | Virgo ⏾ | Leo ↑

Do not mourn the winter;
that is the job of the mourning dove.

Spring came yesterday to show us
just how good life can get,

then left in a fury this morning.
Spring is the worst woman to lose.

I move through the woods, calling her name,
baby come back, I cry, do not leave me!

I cannot carry on without you, you’ve left
the branches bare, the sunsets early.

Okay, says the moss on barren trees,
I will tell the birds. Okay, say the birds,

I will tell the flowers. Okay, say the flowers,
Okay.

Rebecca Foltin is a poet, photographer, and educator based in Brooklyn, NY.


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