all those trees that fell to notebooks
their shadows bend over this poem
claim the spaces
between the words
through your window
the street corner shops
overflow with flowers
blood red petals
on the pavement
like postcards
from a country
you don’t remember visiting
the hydro wires send messages
to nowhere
this cloud whisper morning
is neither punishment nor reward
for such a cold rain
Shadows
Linda King is the author of five poetry collections including Reality Wayfarers (Shoe Music Press, 2014) and antibodies in the alphabet (BlazeVOXBooks, 2019). Her poetry has appeared in numerous literary journals in Canada and internationally. She has been nominated for Best of the Net and also for The Pushcart Prize. King lives and writes on The Sunshine coast of British Columbia, Canada.