Strawberries line a path to your garden:
Shimmering, golden, quivering! The lake!

You are ripe;
Will you heal me if
I fall into you, this dry, cold soul?

(Bury me in your depth! Taste my fear!)

Rain falls; I come to the surface:
A war finally won with only
Me.

Katherine Darlington has articles in many publications including poetry anthologies, along with several published novels. When she isn’t riding horses or hiking on some mountain trail, she’s working on a story. See more of her work at New Beginnings.