Perennial For Your Thoughts
By: Rebecca Thrush
Joke that she is busy.
That she has many blocks
to stack and to store.
Joke that you are basking in
the newness of quietude.
The trees are buttoned up around you.
Because you have scared off
her many wings.
The birdhouse matches the gate
and shutters.
Cold winds keep her at bay.
She shudders at the thought of
what you might say.
She jokes that you are green, to strangers.
That you are too green
to stay golden.
The joke is bathed in roses.
They are not sweet but
thorny and wooden.
Her soft fingers struggle to find
new green to grasp.
She wishes your green wasn’t dyed.
And still you joke that everything green
one day dies.
Rebecca Thrush currently works in property management. Select artwork and poems have appeared with a variety of publishers, both in print and online. Many pieces have been shared on her Instagram (@rebeleigh92). Her poem “Strawberry Seeds” was recently nominated by 300 Days of Summer for the Pushcart Prize.