Joannie Stangeland

Light Will Come,
by Joannie Stangeland

April hides in a wing

where a duck tucks his green head,

mourning’s night long

still and you haven’t felt

yet what sun can conjure,

the stars daffodils make—

tin bucket blooms

a constellation

while petal snow

drifts

from ornamental plums

before it rains.

How to carry on

through early squalls, the stiff

damp. Too much, crying

washes you away.

But here is your spring

a bulb,

an egg—days

underground, closer.

 

Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 16, Issue 2.

Joannie Stangeland

Joannie Stangeland’s most recent book is Into the Rumored Spring from Ravenna Press. She’s also the author of two chapbooks, and her poems have appeared in Superstition Review, Tulane Review, Valparaiso Poetry Review, and other journals and anthologies. Joannie helps edit The Smoking Poet and Cascadia Review.

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