Kimberly Vargas Agnese

The morn’ awaits


Toss quilting off

in forest reeds

of widows weeds 

and sobbing brooks

the scouring night has passed.

Listen – 

sunrise early patter 

splashes over raindrop pebbles,

melts quilting off of snowy mounds

the night is past

the morn’ awaits new laughter…

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Published by Kimberly Vargas Agnese

My name is Kimberly Vargas Agnese, though I've previously written as Kae Bucher. I was born in the Florida Keys, but grew up in the Bay Area before migrating south to the San Joaquin Valley. As I ride barefoot around Fresno, I consider the paths I've chosen and the crossroads where our country seems to have perched itself. Thanks to my Romani ancestry, many people groups reside within me and my poetry tends to reflect this. I love welcoming the sunrise with my Native American flute. I've been rumored to juggle while teaching students how to write. And if you can't find me, I'm probably hanging out with Jesus listening to parables.

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