I’ll Try Not to Worship You

but what a blessing you are
through all the seasons,
dappled light on a green meadow,
warm sun and petrichor,
a smile that curves into autumn
with ease, comfort, joy,
rusty leaves shivering in pearly snow-thaw,
shaking off December detritus 
the way a dog shakes after a bath,
frisky, ready to play,
then, biting down on the ouroboros ring 
come spring,
where I find you today,
making the best of this life,
pulling me along with you, like the moon
at night,
in a vacuum of kindness,
the way I hope to be remembered, too.

Lori Zavada

Lori Zavada (she/her) is a Florida retiree who used to be a content developer for a large health care organization. Now, she writes for fun every day. A Best of the Net nominee, Lori also is recognized by the Florida State Poetry Association, the National League of American Pen Women and Emerald Coast Writers. You can read her work in Gyroscope Review, Tipton Poetry Journal, Amethyst Review and Halfway Down the Stairs. She is fairly handle-free, so no “@” signs or hashtags of great importance. She prefers to focus on her writing, and you can find her current books on Amazon: First Flight: A Poetry Chapbook; Words in a Web, and a new co-authored collection to publish in National Poetry Month titled, Awake in the Sacred Night Stories and Poems. An entire section named Levity, is dedicated to whimsy!

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