Olga Klekner

At the Cottage in Amherstburg
                  
Rain is holding its grieving breath here,
aspens swing their branches.
 
We wait a warm front sweet to cope with.
A giant gray heron stalks the color
 
of the sky. No effort, wings by, slowly,
almost touching the lake now the sky.
 
Life is a whale today, I am Jonah
but kissing the inside of it. My cat hears

the moon, purrs softly, and like the white
star of jasmine, falls into a milky sleep.



Also from Olga Klekner:
Evening Drive
Ode to Lake Erie

Contributor Bio

Olga Klekner lives in the United States, Canada and her native Hungary. Appearing in five anthologies and numerous issues of Lyceum, she has also won several recognitions for her poetry, including first prizes from the LAND Poetry and the Frances G. Barrett Creative Writing Contests. She is also an established photographer.