Saying It – Pieter Dominick


 Yellow forsythia has opened
in arboreal silence
above daffodils.

 From dark branches
and dry ground
come thin-skinned
flower tissues – organic
star cups and trumpets
alive with root juice
and small perfumes.

 Again the green calligraphy
of leaves uncurled and
the odorless foliage of
tender species all around
like limelight, white double
tint of lime.

 Like the word love that 
opens slowly as a leaf.

Pieter Dominick
from Seed Syllables, and Other Poems