FishGoddess

Sara Sebastian
CRWR 230
Fish Goddess (Edited)

Once winter consumes trees’ greenness,
Miniature crimson berries burst
The white origin.

Out of the freshly blanketed leaves
Brings a sparrow and her voyage,
To gather the winter berries for her
Hungry, desperate offspring.

Below the Fir, there is a pond - a playground now.
Amelia gracefully glides over
Fallen berries on her new pair of skates,
This missed dinner now stuck to her sharp blade.

In the cold winter noon sun, the birds remain
Unfed, and the tree feeling ungenerous.
Meanwhile, Amelia prances and carves out
Her new ice castle territory.

The blusterous wind breathes through its gills,
But needs an outlet for all of its strength.
The wind’s intuition tells it to exhale its power
On the human, never the bird or the tree.