November 4th, 2020

Nov 5, 2020

Image: Nina Bisognani

Victoria, Amor Vincet Omnia

“Listen,” she says
wordlessly
her voice
like a wood thrush
whose melody
embraces the sky.

Who am I
to refuse such beauty?

She gathers me
with scented blooms
and the pink ribbons
of dawn.
The dew of her laughter
blankets the meadows
as ewes shake sleep
from their wooly heads.

I walk the rocky slope
to the sea
and she is there,
her glass green garment
gliding towards the horizon
before she turns
with a mischievous smile
to thunder back.

I cannot escape her
nor do I wish to.
“Listen,” she says.

Amor Vincit Omnia
Amor Vincit Omnia
Amor Vincit Omnia.

Kathryn Yingst