by t.m. thomson
Such a twilight—sky a sheet of grey
backdrop for a dim sun after a day of rain.
Apple trees twist & tilt & stretch their serrated leaves
as they oversee moss & fescue lemon balm
& black-eyed Susan milkweed & mint
& the hollowed beech trunks
on which rest beehives in rough boxes. Inside each hive
as evening folds over landscape
workers still pace with black-armored legs busy themselves
with one task or another between combs glowing
like amber lanterns & filled with honey & pollen
& the next generation—thick & pearl & mute & blind.
When night takes over terrain—a sweep of ebony
opaled with stars—all that remains
is a rough Stonehenge rising from ivy & rotted trees
& livened by the velvet murmurs
of apiary druids in their auric finery
as they pray with glass-paneled wings.
t.m. thomson’s work has been featured in several journals, including Wild Age Press, These Fragile Lilacs, and Borrowed Solace, most recently appearing in The Roanoke Review and Camas. Her poetry will be featured in upcoming issues of The Blue Ash Review and Jelly Bucket. Three of her poems have been nominated for Pushcart Awards: “Seahorse and Moon” in 2005, “I Walked Out in January” in 2016, and “Strum and Lull” in 2018. She has co-authored Frame and Mount the Sky, a chapbook of ekphrastic poetry (2017) and is author of Strum and Lull (2019) and The Profusion (2019). She has a writer’s page at https://www.facebook.com/TaunjaThomsonWriter/. When she’s not writing, she can be found communing with cats, playing in mud, or spinning.