My Face Dove into a Juniper Bush to Remember
(to inhale remembrance)
Santa Fe welcomes me.
Juniper bushes bare
sensuous cedar smells—woodsy-green memory.
Hungry for metaphor, asking them,
cypress in family who tolerate many a landscape,
they sister me.
Evergreen alchemy.
Berries, like passionate travelers,
decorate consciousness
leaving tomorrows in waiting.
Lisa St. John is a writer living in the Hudson Valley of upstate New York. Her chapbook, Ponderings, is available on her website at lisachristinastjohn.com. Her full-length book of poetry is forthcoming from Kelsay Books. Lisa has published her poetry in journals such as The Ekphrastic Review, Light, Entropy Magazine, The Poetry Distillery, Poets Reading the News, and Chronogram Magazine. Her poems have won awards such as The Poet’s Billow’s Bermuda Triangle Contest. Lisa’s poetry has also been shortlisted for prizes such as The Fish Poetry Prize and New Millennium Writing. Her nonfiction appears in magazines like Sleet and GoNomad.
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