Strip
naked day arrives morning without pretense strip of sunshine -Katherine Gotthardt
Katherine’s Coffeehouse
Sunset’s Craving
Claiming all that passed, sunset craves the day. Silly. Nobody owns poetry. -Katherine Gotthardt Banner art by Andrew Gotthardt
Cave
Cold closes its jaws on sunlight, thin remains of air. That brutal beauty of headstrong hope. -Katherine Gotthardt
Cherry Tree
Nighttime cherry tree, impending windstorm. Pang of letting go. -Katherine Gotthardt Painting by Andrew Gotthardt
Burden
Bearing the burden of all the right things, honesty’s fragile fingers. -Katherine Gotthardt Photo by Benjamin Ranger on Unsplash
Growing In
Age grow in at the edges, each experience white, baby-fine. Try not to judge these wispy years while we become what we’re meant to be. -Katherine Gotthardt
Bedside
Bedside, I hold your plump hand, cold, white thread of foam sewing your lips shut, as if you disapprove of crying. It would be horrible if not for the knowing you’d transformed, universe having finished contracting, your soul sucked backed to the source, reverse birth, energy united, ready for reincarnation. How I’ll remember that exact
