~In response to the earthquake that devastated Turkey and Syria
Silk laced over with vanilla wine
Tulip blossoms at the throat
The fountain flowing freely over
Stones worn smooth by moonshine.
Coffee beans cracked and poignant with ancestry
Flower petals lost among the bones
Voices etched in fertile soil
The horizon darkens with mulberry sorrow.
Birdsong at the cusp of dawn
Earth unwoven and rethreaded through loom
Seeds as jewels in the gardener’s steady hand
Rain rises over the mountains.