Nico Kos Earle Poems

A poem for Emma Witter
(Inside the Mouth of a Bee)

Inside the dream
...

Rest your eyes on this stone - it speaks -
To the heart of nature. Perpetual light,
Chlorophyll form, unconditional
Emerald green. Pure
...

I can still taste it,
The copper glow of a
Setting sun, on your skin
As we sank into the waves
...

Go to the very edge of things,
To where the day cedes
To night, as the sun
Slips behind a line
...