Poem: Handcraft

leaf

Handcraft

I hide my hands from my lover
Dripping in apple’s wine
The season is now morning
And you do not harvest

I shall pick the fruit
Forgotten by my lover
I shall reap the rewards
Of the farmer’s labor

Dance across the leaves
That shine with dew
Hop along the river
A trail you once knew

Published by

S.P. Laws Writer

Shannon P. Laws lives in Bellingham Washington. She is a poet, was a radio producer from 2011-2018, and is currently working on a series of stories.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Gravatar
WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Cancel

Connecting to %s