Paperwhites on a Windowsill
They love a bright window.
And water, plenty of water, their roots need to
See them lavish themselves across the blinds,
fingering the slim spaces,
bending low over the sink, unabashed, like
How they simply cannot get enough.
Excerpt from The Leaf, page 52
Copyright [c] 2015 Nancy Christopherson
"You can't write an image, a metaphor, a story, a phrase, without leaning a little further into the shared world, without recognizing that your supposed solitude is at every point of its perimeter touching some other." -- Jane Hirshfield (1953- )