by Alida Woods

If it is darkness we are having, let it be extravagant

—Jane Kenyon

and let there be

              stars     spangled

a vagrant         moon

                             swollen     and     golden

let   us      rest           in   the        brevity

                 before       morning

finds    the    grammar              of edges

                             of    mailboxes      and        fences

               bedcovers       and         windows

here             we     taste    the     minutes

               one    by    one

and        laze       in

               delicious      ambiguity

Alida Woods is a life-long educator and can be found in her garden, on Edisto Island, and with her three grandchildren…where all her poetry is conceived!