Barbara Daniels

You ask about love

and the bedroom windows
fill with thousands of leaves,
quiet just before sunset, pale

sky beyond them and then
though I don’t see rain
the leaves are lightly jostled.

Just as lightly they lift
and return. You ask what
the doctor said, what shining

tool she has, what new
weapon. You ask about death
and the answer is the same: rain

though I hear no rain, see nothing
fall, yet our windows fill with
the delicate movements of leaves.

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Barbara Daniels’ Talk to the Lioness was published by Casa de Cinco Hermanas Press. Her poetry has appeared in Qwerty, Image Journal, Rogue Agent and elsewhere. She has received four fellowships from the New Jersey State Council on the Arts.