Something Green

Sep 10, 2025 · by Editor

Something green is fighting, reaching
for the sun from the furrow the rain gutter cuts.

All winter long, I’d planted
nothing, nursed nothing, wallowed
as if buried in the deep earth myself.
I didn’t know if spring would wake
me up or shine bright on my pain.

For the first time this year, I hope

for daffodils, buttery heralds
of the season, the oldest daughters
who bravely go first out of the dirt.
But no matter what the blooms are,

even if they’re never more than leaves,
I see the unapologetic truth:
Green middle fingers of life
straight from the earth’s clenched teeth.

Brittney Skye (she/her) is a Cache Valley poet whose first chapbook, Harvest, was published in 2021 by Finishing Line Press. | @brittskyepoet

(Photo by septian akbar on Unsplash)
 
 

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