Would I be forgiven
if I lay with my cheek
pressed flat against the bosom
of the grass
sparkling
with last night’s rain that came
in startling sheets
as heavy
as the shame, wrapped
around my heart in threads
woven
out of calculated missteps
Would I awaken
as fresh and fragrant
as their small green bodies
bodies that bend softly
under the kiss gifted
by the morning mist
shivering
under frosted silver cloaks
in anticipation
of the suns awakening
Tell me, would I be forgiven?
About the Author
Jessica Treijs was born and raised just outside Nelson, deep in the Blewett boonies. She is a first year Psych student and has been passionate about poetry and creative writing since a young age. Her favourite muse is the wilderness, and she spends a lot of her free time roaming the Kootenay mountains. When not writing or adventuring, you can find her shimmying to bachata and salsa on the dancefloor.
