A Moment

 /   /  By Emma Birches
Stone Soup Magazine
September/October 2015

By Gertie-Pearl Zwick-Schachter

I roll onto my side,
the grass damp and prickly on my bare legs.
A speckled monarch flits across a big-leaf hydrangea sky.
The breeze tousles the rose bushes, sighs,
then rests.

Nature’s beauty draws me in, but my own
drowsiness, like the reel of a fishing rod,
pulls me back.

I let the blades pierce my neck, my arms
openly welcoming the chilling sensation
while a tree teases me with its shade, covering
me, then dancing off.

Peace envelops me like the husk of a summer
tomatillo, like the soft petal
of a sleepy tulip.

a moment gertie zwick

Gertie-Pearl Zwick-Schachter, 12
New York, New York

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