My Prayer This Autumn
November 21, 2020
I want to say a prayer made of grass
lying rumpled under morning frost
thick enough to crackle like glass under my boot.
I want to say a prayer of sweet compost
letting 3 horrifying years decompose
while I brush my long hair in the cold, clean breeze.
I want to say a prayer made of leaves
so vibrant I soak my body in honey
and walk naked through the birch 'til I’m dressed in gold.
-poem and image by Gloria Garrett