Broken

By Cynthia Pitman My bones ache, cracked by emptiness.I long to be lowered into a bath of soothing nectarfrom the wild honeysuckle.I will vine to the skyand sprout leaves of spring green.From my vine will blossomtiny, white-petaled flowers divine – flowers with a pink-tipped kiss withinand with pollen-topped stamensstained gold from an alchemist’s rain.When the … Continue reading Broken