A Poem For Sunday


“Year After Year” by Caroline Knox:

The mower releases a scent
of autumnal flat creeping thyme.
Not only thyme but salt, magical seasonings.
Among those present,
the fox’s bark, the sound of owl’s wings.

Hence this set piece in ode mode with end rhyme,
but not standing on ceremony
beside flora that hurricanes volunteer
and granite outcroppings, a natural history,
hand over hand and year after year.

(Reprinted from Flemish © 2013 by Caroline Knox. Reprinted with permission of Wave Books and the author. Photo by Flickr user dbaron)