My god, she is a pink moon
I pray to her in the cold of winter
and she turns snow into
rosy dreams she orbits my earth
blue soul she is an apple falling
into me like a feather, dusting away
fear, away doubt, away the darkness
she is a warrior, she is an heiress
to the star bright light travelling
incomprehensible speeds through black
through eternity through sound
she is the familiar curve of my mother’s
smile she is the pink tongue
of my dog who kisses me hello
like it’s been decades since I left
like I left my laughter on the back porch
where I smoked my last cigarette
like I have seen the world in a teardrop
like my face is drenched in rainwater
and must be licked clean.
Andrea Noelle Brown, a senior English major at Penn State, says she is “lucky enough to be in the BA/MA program where she studies creative writing, primarily poetry.” She is from Seattle, WA and includes a lot of nature imagery from the beautiful Pacific Northwest in her work. She’s especially interested in the spiritual presence of nature, volcanoes, the movements of the earth and fire and discovering how to fit natural landscapes into her writing.