The Scarecrow Bride by Arlene Naganawa

Poetry
40 pages
7" x 4.25" single signature with hand sewn binding
Published October 2015

Bradner Garden, Winter

Cross of sticks, bit of thread. Someone’s
stitched a life into this scarecrow’s lacy chest.
Late March wind fills a heart, anima rises
unseen beneath the faded dress.

Visitor in the garden, I see sparrows in her shadow,
then imagine: a girl, the woman she might become,
lift of the moon, shining eyes, pulse winding up.