Thursday, December 17, 2009

Winter, Ridge Road

A crow cawls across the ridge.

Snow tips from ten thousand limbs.

Some falls up, the way

ash ascends a flue.

4 comments:

  1. Like smoke, the blackbirds billow,
    dip and curl into white sky.
    She remembers what
    will soon be water.

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  2. The Children and I in Winter

    We've got snow up to our ears.
    Oswego New York is cold,
    six ear lobes are blue,
    the wind finds us all.

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  3. ice is the biggest threat, and
    fleet feet find it treacherous;
    no matter how fast, slip
    and flat on the back.

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  4. Warm Crept Over


    We are the bent bones breaking,
    old trees fumbling under snow.

    Light peels forward like
    new skin. The ice melts.

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