Eden

Eden

Amy Weiss

Frost hardens ground
we were made to tend together;
the sun is kind, air bitter. 

I dream of gardens in winter.

Until tender earth swallows snow
and wind no longer splits us open.
For the day we inhale deep,
filling lungs with life.
To behold the end of longing.

Fresh grass bending under bare feet
makes frost a memory melting.
So near we forget separation;
hard to believe it wasn’t always this way.

I dream of Eden.

A daylily that’s never known shade
and a thousand shades of green
bursting the horizon ablaze.
As we did at first, steady and close,
every breath glory.

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Amy Weiss
Poet

Photography by L'oeil d'Eos