By Kay Mullen
Water quickens under the bridge,
near the pond where the gray-green algae
begins to fade. Beyond the stone arch,
the cabbage with their yellow hoods
and flowered horns announce spring,
candles flaring among the bracken
and beige scraps of knotweed. Soon,
chameleon-like, they will shift colors
to the cocklebur and tarweed’s deep green.
But now they are lanterns in the swamp
among the clumps of tawny slough,
whose luster will linger long after
the feathery spindles of grass die back
and the elephant leaves decay.
© Kay Mullen
