I’ll See You Again

by Joan MacIntosh


Life streams 
through
sticks of bracken
caught
with ice blossoms

Your ghost
draws near
in a rose tasseled shawl
auburn hair wafted

Here
then gone
leaving the river’s
tinkling current

I’ll see you again
on the rosehip path,
pine bough sanctuary
soft spiral
of a lone feather


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Joan MacIntosh lives in St. John's, NL and writes poetry and prose. Her poetry is currently featured in The South Shore Review as well as previously in TicleAce, Leafpress and others.