Longing to bud
by James Coburn
Blue in faint light
Your warmth lingers beyond
cold night, so familiar to sky.
Remember the gardens there,
an undergrowth to collect our days.
This scent, the same as when
I was a child facing wind
sweeping down deep fork creek.
Hours embed in thunder,
clashing into spring.
What did I leave in winter
but a longing to bud
beyond reach of my core.
So I collect all the pieces
To reignite my flame.
Curbside cracks whisper
Of a love I knew. Our bodies touch.
Make life. Anoint violet fields
wild in bloom as eyes open
once more to constellations.
(Editor’s Note: NonDoc provides Sundaze as a weekly space for poetry, short prose, visual art and other ideas pitched by creatives in Oklahoma and around the world. All submissions are encouraged, and new creatives are sought. Submit your work for publication by contacting Editorial@NonDoc.com.)
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