Ginkgo Leaves Emily Rose Miller
After Ruellia Noctiflora by Marilyn Nelson The yellow future beckoned To me between the umbrella-shaped Leaves of the ginkgo tree. All around swarmed an orange Atmosphere; anxiety’s manifestation On that December day. Southern Savannah winter swept me up in its arms, Whispered that I would be alright If I clung to the umbrella-shaped Leaves of the ginkgo tree. I stood beneath its many limbs That reached haphazardly to nowhere, Afraid that I may be doing the same In my own life. Meanwhile, the umbrella-shaped Leaves of the ginkgo tree Shivered in the December breeze, And I pulled my sweater tighter to my body. Bloody orange closed in on My prone form; a burgeoning