Struck
By Isabelle Foster
I remember, now
That it was on
The cusp of your kiss
And in the breath
Of your embrace
That morning showed
A new face,
And now
I bend
To the arc
Of summer lilies and
Honeysuckle
In the cascading
Twilight,
And feel the upward lift
Of my lips
As I think of you
And smell your
Warmth—
And remember
That
Distant time.
Isabelle Foster (she/her) grew up in New England, where she cultivated a deep appreciation for nature and writing. She works at the non-profit World Wildlife Fund (WWF), in Washington, DC. Her work focuses on sustainable finance and conservation for furthering planetary health and beneficial outcomes for people and planet.
Photo by Keith Arnold
