Morning and evening
they coo for each other and us
from the white pine.
Their speech is kind
as a cool day
when the wind quietly touches.
The young, nearly adult, still drink
from each parent’s open throat.
Is it the milk that gives
them their mild lives and cries?
They do not fear the owl
or hawk. They do not
hear our sadness in their talk.
Audrey Hackett lives in Yellow Springs, Ohio. Winner of a 2022 Individual Excellence Award from the Ohio Arts Council, she holds an MFA in poetry from Vermont College of Fine Arts. Recent poems have appeared in Twelve Mile Review, Green Ink and ONE ART.
This Day in History
as rain, falling windless
and with purpose.
Tulip leaves cut
like artful thieves. Soon they’ll steal
with wild gestures of yellow and red.
Caution and danger. Sun at noon
and evening. I look up
“this day in history”
and find a litany of murders and harms.
The snow melts on contact.
Black asphalt holds
Two million refugees are walking through winter.
There is nothing to do.
They are walking to different springs.
Audrey Hackett lives in Yellow Springs, Ohio. A 2022 recipient of an Individual Excellence Award from the Ohio Arts Council, she holds an MFA in poetry from Vermont College of Fine Arts. Her poems have appeared in Pleiades and The Bitter Oleander.