Tuesday, November 18, 2008

a winter poem

Here is a winter poem of mine. It was first published by The Comstock Review. Enjoy. Send in your own winter poems!

1 comment:

  1. Blood Snow

    Think of blood in a leaf,
    how it feeds the stalk
    until it dries like tears
    and every blossom drops.

    And of sugar in the maple,
    how it runs like blood
    from the wound in its side,
    and everyone is fed.

    Think of blood in the wrist,
    how it is sent there
    chamber by chamber,
    with every beat counted.

    And of the leaves of heart,
    opening and closing,
    running against death,
    until it lies down in the snow.


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