Hush

Claude Monet The Studio Boat (1876).  Public Domain image.

 

Hush, the lantern is burning low;

the air is crisp and sweet

on this, our orchard, son.

 

In the cradle of the river,

before your leaves are changing palette,

before my winter comes—

 

remember these: my velvet whisper,

and your dreams of green,

when my floating here is done.

 

© 2025 Jennifer Wagner

 

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