Elves in the Garden

her house is an eddy in a stream of thoughts,

where faded sunlight edges slowly

and fills a doorway with woodsmoke.

last night the past peered through that door

she has a garden of mist and elves,

and at night she twists time with slender hands

while the moonlight cuts the naked boughs.

The elves watch with ceramic eyes

and wonder at the light

dancing on the pale-green sword ferns

Ken Martin lives in the high country of the Rocky Mountains with his wife and English bulldog. Publications in which his work has appeared include: Anthology, Absolute Magnitude, Oyez Review, Spirit Dancer and Writer’s Digest. He may be contacted at [email protected].