Drawing by Judith Wolfe
Suzanne Morning
Poem
TEMPLE PRAYERS
White underbelly of coiled leaves
cling to winter limbs.
Like piles of dirty laundry
traffic skidmarks
past eight lanes of agitation,
soils the air.
She soothes the bark.
Remembers whitewashed prayers
hanging from a temple tree,
bleached butterflies inscribed with hopes
fluttering in the breeze.
And monks, dressed in hymns of spring
who gently set them free.