You could tell me about the baby carriages wheeled
to cafes, bookshops, and parks,
subway rides to anywhere,
espresso, wine, teas, anything you want
because it’s all outside your door.
I could tell you how sharply the mint bites the tongue,
how sweetly the violet mingles with rose petals,
and how bitter the bite of dandelion greens.
I could tell you to watch the thorns
when you reach for the raspberries.
You could tell me how traffic hums
past your building, never stopping.
Music blares from the small restaurant,
outside tables slip around the corner of the street.
We listen for the sound of the barred owls in the late afternoon
and watch the grass shiver when a mouse slips through.
Maria, hold the sweet fern to your nose
just outside my door.
By Elaine Reardon
Elaine is a poet, herbalist, educator, and a member of the Society of Children’s Book Writers & Illustrators. Her chapbook,The Heart is a Nursery For Hope, published September 2016, recently won first honors from Flutter Press as the top seller of 2016. Most recently Elaine’s poetry has been published by Three Drops from a Cauldron Journal, MASS Poet of the Moment, and poetrysuperhighway.com. Elaine lives tucked into the forest in Central Massachusetts and maintains a blog at elainereardon.wordpress.com