Samn Stockwell
Late Pastoral
In the singed morning,
alive and knocking my hands together,
watching a beetle skating on a leaf
in a tongue of water,
the wind plumping the hydrangeas
downshifting, cowbirds chattering –
to think I have gotten here
by accident –
I was young and wine offered,
a dream slipping in the blurred ink
of a drawing; scrolling
from under a hawthorn tree
to the river’s edge.
About the writer:
Samn Stockwell has been widely published, and her two books, Theater of Animals and Recital, won the National Poetry Series and the Editor’s Prize at Elixir, respectively. Recent work has appeared in Gargoyle and work is forthcoming in Plume and others.
Image: The River Epte, Giverny by Guy Rose (1867-1925). Oil on canvas 60.96 x 73.66 cm. 1910. Public domain.
