“Harboring Hyacinths” and Other Poems * John Muro

Harboring Hyacinths

Fist-thick cobs could well
Collapse under the weight
Of their fragrant muscle;
Curdled pink and purple
Pestles that split the tender
Lip of bulbs, and, in one
Thrust, choked, swallowed
And sweetened air. Now
Embolden, become near-
Perennial squatters by the
Bay window; daylong
Appeal to smell mostly
With a raw, unremitting
Redolence as if they knew
The sense most easily seduced
And addicted to their presence
And so overlook their sins of
Excess and untimely hope;
Would have us believe,
In our winter-worn hearts,
That the next miracle is
Manifest in the full flair
And gone-to-gold vellum
Of morning lilies.

 

Wild Privet

Your frayed
Foliage has gone
Lovely and turns
Towards us in
Milky sweetness
As your engorged lungs
Exhale an outpouring
Of pungent leach
Dense enough to
Displace air and
Rivet footfall.
And even when
Night drifts down
To porchlight
And the orphan
Moon floats up and
Over you, leaving
Scatterings of
Silver gilt upon
Your extravagant
Tangle, the vast
Flood of your
Perfume swaddles
Our empty hearts
And severs them
From the dark
Spaces that
Stretch between
Stars and our
Dreams of
Wingless flight.

 

Refuge

Dumbstruck by an autumn day draped
In a shawl of pale orange light, where
All the world appears dipped in lacquer
And apertures between the loose blush
Of branches serve as stained-glass
Windows that crease, then color, the air,
Thickening with the fragrance of grapes,
Wet hay and the tang of leave’s in
Slow decay. Where combs of meadow
Grass are glazed with frost and sparkle
Like beads of glass and the wind appears
Littered with translucent wings, hay-
Dust and clouds of thistledown, while
A chorus of migrant birds, falling
Towards an open field where a patch
Of snow’s still bedded in shadow,
Await a season’s easeful passage into
Exile and into a cold, intractable dusk.

 

—About John Muro—

A life-long resident of Connecticut, John is a graduate of Trinity College, Wesleyan University and the University of Connecticut. His professional career has been dedicated to environmental stewardship and conservation, and he has held several volunteer and executive positions in those fields. John’s first volume of poems, In the Lilac Hour, was published last fall by Antrim House and it is available on Amazon. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Euphony, Moria, Clementine Unbound, Third Wednesday, River Heron, Freshwater and several other literary journals.