White Hyacinths by Irene Adler
These white hyacinths I set beside
your stone could almost raise the dead.
Their scent is such a headiness
I think I hear bones stirring.
Maybe it’s wrong to bring the sap of things
so near risking whatever peace
was made here by a year’s seasons.
But gesture is all now. Offerings.
And this is a field that none will reap
except the wind hungry and sweeping.
IRENE ADLER is the co-owner of a toy manufacturing business in Palo Alto, California, where she has also taught English. This is her first poetry publication.