Let’s go see the gentle one.
Maybe she will have fresh flowers
from her earthly garden.
She says hers flourish
in winter, all you need do is look
out the upstairs window
to see pages of the world’s book
turning slowly over,
little scarabs hooded against the snow
taking the place of summer bees.
I believe her, and you will too
if you listen long enough to know
her world inside is Egypt,
the world outside Amherst.
(10 December 2011)
copyright 2011 by Floyce Alexander