Tick, clock, tock, bold,
Turning Earth, churning.
.
Breathe down rough winds and showers,
Tick, tick, timer, round and round,
Stirring rhizomes, seed pods and bulbs.
And now comes Iris-sewn elegance,
Displayed, hands gathering
The bruised blossoms
Withering perfume of
decay.
Author Bio:
Wendy Gist's poetry, fiction and essays have been featured or are forthcoming in Amsterdam Quarterly, Empty Mirror Arts and Literary Magazine, Foliate Oak, Fourth River, Gravel, Grey Sparrow Journal, New Plains Review, Rio Grande Review, Soundings Review, Silver City Quarterly, St. Austin Review and many other fine journals. Gist is a Pushcart Prize nominee and was a semifinalist for the Best Small Fictions, 2017. A native Arizonan, she now lives in New Mexico where she serves as Co-founding editor of Red Savina Review. She's the author of the chapbook Moods of the Dream Fog now available from Finishing Line Press @ finishinglinepress.com and amazon.com.