Poetry by Katy Santiff
Who can tell me where she’s living at ease?
Is she cobbled into the willow’s boot,
or in the leaf-rustling rush of the breeze?
Is she yawning in the long-nameless vine
that stretches its neck to lick summer light?
Hibiscus bloom, she’s folding in at night?
Does she chitter to me in squirrel song–
message so short when meaning is long?
Is she sleeping dark/cold, or does she glow?
She must reside inside warm nights. She grows
petals over thorns below. What a rose.
But me–until I’m tucked in hallowed muck,
just a carbonic creed, I’ll bide a seed,
and one day root new feet below the weeds.
About the Poet
Katy Santiff has written poetry in various forms all her life. A fan of meter and rhyme, she loves lines that hypnotize the reader with their sound. She believes in densely-packed poems, preferring them to be mouthfuls when read aloud. A lifelong Marylander, she loves water-side living. She currently lives in Edgewater, Maryland with her wife.
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Katy this is wonderful poetry. I am always so glad to see your poems here on Vita Brevis. Your imagery always puts me right inside your poems and I love being able to see, hear and feel what’s going on. I envy your talent and storytelling ability. Thank you Brian, for continuing to share Katy ‘s poetry!
Thank you, Walt! Glad you enjoyed it and I love your encouragement
You are very welcome Katy 😊