Hedges

The hedges have needed

pruning for some time,

craving the blades

of rusted shears,

the freshness of trimmed twigs

and raw branches that heal

in the sweetest of seasons.

–excerpt from “Hedges” in A Light Dusting of Breath by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag Press, 2014). First published in Poetry East.

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