Rae Spencer

Daphne in the Spring

Green tugs like wind Tension at the fingertip A twisting sensation Rubbed against time Something warm in a place Frequently cool A tender liveness That might weep if wounded Just as bark might peel Its thickness flung outward The numb lacework Stretched around my years Rain is my balance In broken soil Burial or birth Or both And the amber gold flow That is sap Seeping through delicate limbs Feels like a pulse Down into roots Where there are no words Only a tight clench And the tangled surety of place

Rae Spencer is a writer and veterinarian living in Virginia. Her poetry is published or due to be published in The Healing Muse, vox poetica, Bolts of Silk, Autumn Sky Poetry, Emprise Review, and other journals.