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.