young finches at the feeder
I go to the mock orange snip three sprigs
for the jar beside me on the porch I wait
the door behind me creaks open
pressed by the wind to utter a sound
it would otherwise not make I wait
tradescantia struggle to right themselves
after hard rain lift their purple petalled mouths
to show they can
once I smiled for the world after pain
rose and rose again after the hard
but dusk is falling
I’m groping a little the wind is shaping a sound
almost enough for my mouth
Copyright © Lesley Strutt. Forthcoming in Window Ledge (Inanna Publications, 2020).
Lesley Strutt is a poet, playwright, essayist, novelist, and blogger living in Merrickville, Ontario. Her writing has appeared in anthologies, e-zines, as well as journals such as Montreal Serai, CV2, Prairie Fire, Ottawater, The Literary Review, Bywords, and the Canadian Woman Studies Journal. Her chapbook Small as Butterflies won the 2015 Tree Chapbook prize. Her first full-length collection of poems, Window Ledge, will be published by Inanna Publications in 2020. Find Lesley on Twitter at @lesleystrutt.