The Sweetest Scent


It dances on the dawn
compelling me
into morning’s iridescence.

Now my hopeful legs
stand on skeptical feet
before her.

Pale and trembling
still she seeks the sun --
withered and curled
where once she shone.

When the Storm was spent
not even birds wanted her.
every twig whipped and bent
every leaf tossed
four-corners to the wind.

Stripped to her core
appalling yet unbroken
she waited --
     for silence
     for sunshine
     for strength.

I lean and look
into the agony of
her sparse leaves
to see a blossom…

five alabaster petals
bursting with amber essence.
The sweetest scent of survival.


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Grace E. Welch  received an honors degree in rhetoric and professional writing from the University of Waterloo in 1992.  A Canadian, she lives in Bermuda, with her husband and 2 children. Her poems have been published in The New QuarterlyThe Feathertale Review, various on-line journals and in the 2006 and 2011 Bermuda Anthologies of Poetry. Her poem, “Return of the Turtle” won first place and "best in show" in the 2006 David Raine Memorial (BAMZ) Poetry Competition.

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