by Alita Pirkopf

The chrysanthemum blossoms,
heavily weighted,
barely visible in snow,
remind me of castanets
held at the end of green-sleeved,
graceful arms. Hands, fingers,
clashing, clicking hardwood
held by silk cord—my father’s magic
and manipulation, when I was young,
and he brought gifts from Spain.


Category: Poetry, SNHU Creative Writing, SNHU online creative writing