Poetry by Kathryn Knight Sonntag

I wait for the roses to ignite in 
the day-kiln, burnishing, as they are,
magenta on magenta, fold on

cosmic fold. Stamin and pistoled,
navels hold fast each petal, each 
nebula arm. Worlds-in-little, there 

are no gods but you. Show me
how to blaze and not burn, to open
my I Am to the ending of this world.

Kathryn Knight Sonntag is the author of the poetry collection The Tree at the Center (BCC Press, 2019). She has recent and forthcoming poems in Colorado Review, Ethel, Door is a Jar Magazine, Psaltery & Lyre, The Inflectionist Review, and the anthology Blossom as the Cliffrose (Torrey House Press, 2021). She works as a freelance writer and landscape architect in Salt Lake City.

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