In Perpetual Spring - Amy Gerstler

Spring debuting at the University of Washington, Seattle

In Perpetual Spring


Gardens are also good places
to sulk. You pass beds of
spiky voodoo lilies
and trip over the roots
of a sweet gum tree,
in search of medieval
plants whose leaves,
when they drop off
turn into birds
if they fall on land,
and colored carp if they
plop into water.

Suddenly the archetypal
human desire for peace
with every other species
wells up in you. The lion
and the lamb cuddling up.
The snake and the snail, kissing.
Even the prick of the thistle,
queen of the weeds, revives
your secret belief
in perpetual spring,
your faith that for every hurt
there is a leaf to cure it.


  1. Thank you for sharing this lovely poem, Susan.

  2. That's a beautiful poem (and photo!).
    The best thing about creative blogs is learning of other writers. I'm now eager to find more work by Amy Gerstler. Thanks, Susan!


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