Gentle Visitor

poem by Bailey Michele Lantman

There’s a soft tapping at the window,
And a flowered lady with bright eyes 
Stands outside, 
Close enough to see, but too far to touch. 
The wind chimes sing 
Knowing she is there, 
and the grass bows to the flow
of her billowing dress. 
Her curls hang like raindrops,
Suspended in time around her radiant face. 
“It’s okay,” 
She tells you, gentle as the crisp air, 
A supernatural whisper.
“It’s over now. 
Come outside. 
Shake off the ache, 
And sit with me in the sunshine.”

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Bailey Michele Lantman is an Appalachian poet, writer, researcher, artist, and Managing Editor of the Jimson Weed Journal.

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