2 poems
by Joy Andersen
between the trees
Between the steady trunks of oaks
Dappled beams
Through flickering leaves
With twitters
And gentle rustles
Grass softened by breeze
Will lay a pebble
A smooth one
Natural colours
Topped with petals
A small engraving
A sun
Seven lines
Around a circle
Just the quiet
In his beauty
Is all I’ll need
When you remember me
worship
As mouths of seeds
Whistle to the sky
Mist-whirled wind
Dance each away
Blooms of change
Sing colours themselves
Until far reached
Like mountains
They stand
And glorify
Joy Andersen is a messy, praying, daydreaming chef from Cambridge, UK. More of her poetry can be found with Literary Tribune and Words & Whispers Magazine. She’s infrequently on twitter @jyndrsn.
