Margaret Eckman

Eastern point, Nahant

Morning light limns each twig;
the dusting of soft down glows
neon bright, creates a spring halo,
a nimbus of new growth, transfigures
bare branches to burning bush.

I pull out my phone, snap the shot—
a crosshatch of naked sticks, glow gone,
a trick of light the camera cannot capture.

Margaret Eckman, an editor by trade, has come to love the rigor poetry demands—telling a complete story, well and beautifully, in a few short lines; she continues to strive toward that goal. Her award-winning poems have appeared in the Broadkill Review, Aurorean, Nantucket Magazine, Wild Word, and other publications.


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