Midwinter, the crows take
their darkness out on day.
A thin rain falls and breaks.
I wonder at the way
the oaks unravel here
(and travel word of mouth)
another year.
Not going, I go south.
Source: Poetry (September 2008).
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This poem originally appeared in the September 2008 issue of Poetry magazine
Heidy Steidlmayer's poems have appeared in Poetry, TriQuarterly, Ploughshares, Literary Imagination, Michigan Quarterly Review, and elsewhere. Steidlmayer is the recipient of the J. Howard and Barbara M.J. Wood Prize from Poetry and a Rona Jaffe Writers' Award. She is the author of a book of poems, Fowling Piece (2012).
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