Thursday, 2 May 2019


by Lisa Fields

When dusk curls close
pale trumpets
      rimmed with lavender
pollen crumbs 
cling to shimmering cheeks
I lean over
cupped petals
where bees
     work for their queen

Evening Datura

At dusk, scratching
beneath the South window—
Curve-billed thrasher
a wriggling moth
catching my shadow,
he flies away                                               
— vermilion eye flashing                  
on the open bloom
a moth lands,

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Lisa Fields lives in Southwestern New Mexico. Writing poetry expresses her desire to be immersed in a state of balance. Her inspiration comes from the joy of wild places and the challenge to live happily in the domesticated world. She is a contract writer for Quirine Ketterings, Professor of Nutrient Management in Agricultural Systems, Cornell University, Ithaca, NY. In her home state of NY, Lisa served the farming community as an Extension educator for 10 years, and then worked for 10 years as a self-employed advisor.

1 comment:

  1. I love the contrast between they daylight bee fest and the subdued drama of evening noir.