The tree outside
my window
is almost leafless—
it’s November –
that’s to be expected
as seasons change,
it will bud again,
and bloom
with fruit and greenery –
I am in awe
and just a little jealous –
according to my pastor,
I am meant to be hopeful.
About the Poet
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in
That, Dalhousie Review and Qwerty with work upcoming in Blueline,
Chronogram and Clade Song.
For the first time in nearly five years, Vita Brevis is closed for submission. Read the full story here.