voice | poetry
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
Shannon Laws is an award-winning poet, performer, and advocate for the arts. She has been recognized with two Mayor’s Arts Awards and the Dr. Asha Bhargava Memorial Award — Community Champion. Shannon is the author of five poetry books and publishes Corridor, a free monthly poetry zine. She lives in Bellingham, Washington. View more posts
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