Poetry

NOVEMBER 2020

Gift

by TARA K. SHEPERSKY

Weeds are easy to love, so
generous. Take the common
roadside thistle. I could learn delight
from those plumb-weight petals
the color of a full moon’s rise in June.
I could learn from the thousand
August-bursting wishes
embracing each other, then traveling
into the wide unlistened-to
how scarcity might be something
I mostly imagine.
I could learn to imagine instead
resurrection.
Spines crumpled,
fine straight carriage
kneeling to death come timely,
easing the will downward into soil.
Shaping a stretched silence
nobody wanted.  

Winter carries, when I cannot, trust
in some kind of spring.


Tara K. Shepersky

Tara K. Shepersky is a contemplative walker, writer, and photographer based in Oregon’s Willamette Valley. Her poems, recordings, essays, and projects are online at PDXpersky.com. You can write her a letter (and get an original, unpublished poem) via The PenPal Project. Find her on Twitter @PDXpersky and on Instagram @tkspdx.