Foam

Foam

Grace Pike

a rosy blush dawns on the soft edges of her face at the end of day,
undone by Wind’s whispers.

the blades watch below,
basking in the reflection of changing love.

she hesitates on the green grass
as if, in another moment,
with another movement,
“she would disappear with all her grace of foam.”

their love is lovely;
aglow with glory not their own.

Note: The line “she would disappear with all her grace of foam”
refers to Trees in the Garden by D.H. Lawrence.

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Grace Pike
Poet & Writer

Grace has been published in Credo Magazine and writes regularly for For The Church as an Associate Editor. You can read more of her work at https://linktr.ee/gracepike.

Photography by Lee Loo