Rosemary by Cindy Huyser
I’ve been busy with family in NJ and when I finally tried to post a poem yesterday (using my mom’s computer), the slowness and myriad malfunctions exceeded my patience level so I gave up and went to bed. Things seem to be going better today, so here’s another from the Texas Poetry Calendar 2008. This is so true for Texas, because I see rosemary growing all over the place at all times of year. In NJ, however, I don’t see any peeking out from under the snow. P.S. You can read more about Cindy Huyser at Dos Gatos Press.
Rosemary
By Cindy Huyser
She doesn’t seem to mind December.
Last week, despite the cold,
each branch burst
into tens of lavender blows
that brought the bees in droves.
They hover, light and fly
back legs packed saddlebags
of pale pollen, heather gray.
She didn’t seem to mind the searing days
of summer, either. Fragrant blades
made stiff and prickly by the heat,
withered a bit, but stayed.
Then came the autumn rains.
She drank deep, and swelled,
then seduced us
with the glory of her smell.
