Poetry Porch: Poetry


No, It Is Not Too Soon
By Jennifer Barber

Sunlight scatters topaz on the lake

past the end of the dock,

tall splashes of light

that stretch their necks like swans.

A boulder lifts its shoulders

through oval gray shadows.

A hummingbird on the laundry line:

a clothespin come to life.

If only you’d emerge

naked from the little house,

abandoning your book,

we could wade into each other again.

Copyright © 2021 by Jennifer Barber.