Weekly Feature: Poetry at The Arts Fuse

Welcome to “Poetry at The Arts Fuse.” A new poem, every Thursday.

Second Spring Morning

Still dark

a sliver of topaz

cracking East

Morning chorus starts

Moon waning bright

hanging on from its show

A peaceful hold out

Damp in the air

as if rain is to come

Mock orange wafts

in a way that says Spring

is here. The grocers

set up shiny rows

of produce. Stalls still

locked so the fiends

have to take their needs

to the street. In all

the glory of our tarnished

guild we are

no less human


Sunnylyn Thibodeaux is a teacher, neighborhood activist, and poet. She is the author of The World Exactly, Universal Fall Precautions, As Water Sounds and Palm to Pine, as well as over a dozen small books including 88 Haiku, Against What Light, Room Service Calls, and Witch Like Me. She has a love of trees, King Cake, and writing things down.

Note: Hey poets! We seek submissions of excellent poetry from across the length and breadth of contemporary poetics. See submission guidelines here. The arbiter of the feature is the magazine’s poetry editor, John Mulrooney.

Arts Fuse editor Bill Marx

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