if winter was a berryburied in the garden, i’d bloom to holly
when the cold rolled around, grown
from leaf-rot and tree-decay / the snow
echoes against birch bark, blankets
the earth’s bed, lays rose roots to rest—
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poetry
K.S. Baron
K.S. Baron is a poetry editor at Last Leaves Magazine. She grew up a stone’s throw from waterfalls and spent her childhood hiking in gorges, only to translate those experiences into work that has been published in numerous places.
NY, United States
Selected work (7 publications)
i am lost in the undergardenwhere glooming gourds grow under mushroom
trees and underbeans wrap around my ribs / scintlings
and rot fiends walk on deep soil, shimmering weeds
coat the grass and it shines the way my bones
scatter themselves in crinkling kelp
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poetry
the canopy is home to me and the squirrelstogether we embrace the season’s chill,
frozen bark on branches and snow glistening
from the limbs / when they jump, i follow
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poetry
You don’t need sunshine to start an herb garden
nature
nonfiction