Ceaseless is the process
of fitting our September souls
into a January world,
the sharpened pencils of our hopes
into a bag of half erasures,
the virgin blankness of our planners
into boxes at the door.
Imperceptible is the process
of the treetops turning brown,
of gray horizons
slowly closing in their bounds.
And yet persistent is the process
of the greenhouse and the light
the stubborn wishing,
and the suns we forge at night.
Emily Frankenberg is an American writer residing in Seville, Spain, and writes in both Spanish and English. One of her poems will be published in the next issue of the Apeiron Review, and another was recently chosen as a finalist in the poetry contest held by Editorial Zenú (Colombia).