*Snow poem*
Wet snow
painting on cheeks
like candy coating
around
and around in a steel barrel
we tumble
to bring out
the shine
church bells before the hour
anticipate a longing
killers shadowplay in the background
house lights hazy behind me
–like no glasses on–
from this twilight storm
Two shorter days remain
until the cold releases
slightly
slightly
and slighter still
and the light will
grow again
as winter persists
a white orange
unpeeling and
unrolling under my skin.
*Winter year*
I woke up a dozen years older
And when I opened my refrigerator,
Each annual was an egg—
Categorizable
Tangible
poachable
But not in my dress
Not in my looks
Not in my heart
I play the teacher
And cry the teenager
I play the wife
And bleed the daughter
I play the adult
And hear the child
To you it was a cigarette ash
To me it was the forest fire.
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Beautiful photography and poems!!!
Comment by Anna S February 1, 2008 @ 9:21 pm