Greta Unetich

Labor Day

Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich It poured all night and all day. The world is blue. I drove over midday and we walked in it, through the gardens and the woods and the preserves. Fog lowers itself closer and closer to the ground as early evening approaches, and it starts to rain straight… Continue reading Labor Day

Night of No Stars

Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich This day of the second summer knows that I adore you. The sun is clear on your face; warm, but not yet hot enough to be sticky. That night, I dreamed of you sleeping flat on me. – In the middle of the forest, I stare right into… Continue reading Night of No Stars

Awaiting August

Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich Awaiting August, it’s like I’ve woken from a hundred-year-long springtime sickness. Late winter has never been easy for me— days worth of steel skies, cold winds sweeping flat fields of cracked, brittle cornstalks, brass puddles in the field behind my yard, last summer’s crushed, damp weeds stuck to… Continue reading Awaiting August

Endearment

Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich 11/02/2021-11/03/2021 No one needs to know that it was you who pressed closer to me early this morning. No one needs to know that I remember you from almost two Januarys ago, that I remember winter on the other side of the tall church windows, making the early… Continue reading Endearment

New Blue Hue

Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich I wish to be all the blue that touches you, The color around and between my fingers, Off the dark blue deep end. – I made my bed with the pink comforter today for the first time in days. Carry me to this bed. Lay me down and… Continue reading New Blue Hue

The Forests and the Fields

Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich We hold each other  Between the trees, in fields as  Wide as the ocean.  (Alternate)  We hold each other  In the forests, in wide fields  Not bordered by trees.

Two Haikus: Evening Rain

Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich Two Haikus: Evening Rain  The rain tonight sends  Everyone to their houses.  Our fingertips and  Faces turned up, we  Walk, side-by-side, to my car  Beneath the damp trees.  Two Haikus: Evening Rain (Alternate)  The rain sends all souls  To their houses tonight. Our  Fingertips turned up,  We walk… Continue reading Two Haikus: Evening Rain

Good Luck Charm

Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich It is the end of December, the time of the year when it is just as dark inside as it is outside. I have a toothbrush that belongs to me sitting on the edge of your sink now, the good luck charm that keeps me clean, that I… Continue reading Good Luck Charm

Temperature

Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich This December The snow falls beneath the streetlights, My guardian angel, As soft as it ever has— Saying you name and touching my face. The clouds are as bright as day. I squint upwards towards each of the one million tiny, white prayers. – It feels like it… Continue reading Temperature

Temperature

Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich This December  The snow falls beneath the streetlights,  My guardian angel,  As soft as it ever has—  Saying you name and touching my face.  The clouds are as bright as day.  I squint upwards towards each of the one million tiny, white prayers. –  It feels like it… Continue reading Temperature

Same Air

Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich 10/31/2021  It feels like we are lovers.  You come over and we just hold each other while we look out the window, down at the cold outside, down at the groups of people walking by below us, down at the light of the streetlights hitting the pavement. We… Continue reading Same Air

Neighborhood: Three Haikus

Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich A Haiku  Trumansburg, New York  I would stand in your  Kitchen for one more autumn, Watching the leaves turn.  A Haiku: Gold Leaves Ithaca, New York  When the small gold leaves Cover the ground, I feel like I can breathe again.  A Haiku: October Catalectic Haiku  The light… Continue reading Neighborhood: Three Haikus

Crush

Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich Title and poem inspired by the works of Richard Siken Shut up. Shut up. I am in love with you. I am in love with you and now I am crushed. I don’t want to talk to you, not out of a place of malice, but because if… Continue reading Crush

Two Haikus: At the Edge of the Waterfall

Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich Buttermilk Falls State Park  Will I be able  To jump into these deep and  Dark waters again?  Will I ever hear  Such silence again, like what’s  Found beneath water?

A Short Story in Ithaca

Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich A thunderstorm rolls into Ithaca. Its thunderheads collect in the black night.My bedsheets stick to my legs; sweat beads on the breath of my pillow, the nape of my neck. I sit cross-legged on my comforter and tie my humid hair up below my window in the light… Continue reading A Short Story in Ithaca

A Haiku: Breeze

Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich In early June, theBreeze off the lake feels like theTouch of a lover.

The Surface Of The Snow

Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich I was eighteen when I first saw the trees in the Finger Lakes with leaves that weren’torange, or at least this was the first time I remember seeing them this way.⁕The snow has started to fall again, laid as thick as it was last year in December;blood-orange below… Continue reading The Surface Of The Snow

Waterfall

Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich Your face fractured by the shadows under the stars,  Under the slivers in the silver trees.  The cold air touches my arms, my legs. Cold water in my hair, mist on the road back home.  Your skin underwater,  Where the dreams of the living live,  Blue even when… Continue reading Waterfall

Fingertips/In Your Arms

Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich Fingertips Soft, little distractions upon my skin.   In Your Arms Truly warm,  I breathe. 

Fields

Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich The fields in the Finger Lakes are wide and lonely, far from people. But sometimes, something glitters in them like light on the water, like an almost-forgotten memory that is still warm to the touch like sunlight in September, a memory that is sometimes reminiscent of a distant… Continue reading Fields