The Science of Miracles【POETRY】

The Science of Miracles

Chromatic fibers of silk sail
From her hands dancing away from her lips
As the girl of the garden wishes a warm winter
To the brave plants beneath her.

She cannot see her blessing,
Only hope that it works.
Her eyes are closed, after-all.
And she prefers it this way.
If she could see her magic
She may find it harder to imagine.

In her cabin she rests
By an electric fire.
And her mother returns
with two barrels for rain

One contains this winter’s water,
The other, a blob of washed clothes.
Mum smiles a warm face heated
By a roof capped in dirt and grass.

In a morning of the new year,
When cicle turns to leaf,
We’ll run outside in warm wanton wilds once more.
It’s the garden girl’s yearly wish.