By Emalisa Rose
Diabolical winds redistribute all we had planted. In the exchange, our roses now dandelions. The patches of strawberries wail in the distance, caught in the coroner’s clasp. Born to the raw earth, we pledge our allegiance, coming up from the muck and the mire, seven months post the once potent nor'easter - pink proud perennials, embracing the reason we winter.
When not writing poetry, Emalisa Rose enjoys crafting and hiking. She walks with a birding group through the area’s trails, twice a month. She volunteers in animal rescue, tending to cat colonies. Her latest collections are On the whims of the crosscurrents, published by Red Wolf Editions and Connected by Sparrows, published by Origami Poems Project.