snow on hyacinths —
tiny yellow, blue, pink blooms
flocked and shivering
lean forest shadows
creatures gasping at day’s end
thirsting for spring rains
vines crawl like serpents,
thick weeds covering rich dirt
garden untended
a burning bush
scarlet flames against gray day
autumnal fire
Japanese bloodgood —
branches pulsing red with life
harbinger of change
cold rain drips from eaves
rhythm like a heart beating
water marking time
Daun Daemon’s stories have appeared in various journals. She has published poetry in the Haiku Journal and Typishly. Her poem “I hear her voice calling” won the Origami Poems 2017 Kindness Contest. She teaches scientific communication at NC State University and lives in Raleigh with her husband and four cats.
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