Issue No. 12, Spring 2015

Now Spring
Carolyn Cushing

Something rises from river, the melt,
mad movement over rocks
spray of water grasps light
and winter’s hard rim,
last ice ledge,
falls
in.

Is this grief?

No,
it is the river
and you standing
at its verge.


Carolyn Cushing is a poet inspired by nature, slightly obsessed with cells, and currently focused on the places where life and death meet. She has published recently in Plum and Freshwater. In 2012, she was a finalist for the Philbrick Poetry Award of the Providence Athenaeum. Her poetry blog is unstoppablewholeness.wordpress.com.