Occupy Poetry

The Parable of the Calycanthus--In honor of winter revolts

BY Pina Piccolo

The whiff of calycanthus
That suddenly strikes
Your wind- swept face
Inebriatingly melts away
The winter
Months before the crocus
Pierces the earth

Frozen
The pulsing vein
Of spring
Languishes in the body

Like a drifting mine
Inscrutable
To the expert eye
Unexpected
Intensely rises
The fragrance of
Change

In squares purified
By the ashes of the sacrificed
Astonished
Clay feet
Swept
By a tide
Of calycanthus branches
Suddenly blooming
On what seemed
Barren grayness

The humble calycanthus
Forgotten
In the wintry
Frost of the mind
Pale yellowtude
That turns into flame
And ignites you.

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