Mornings, the body’s old
winter monochrome gives
its image of extraordinary cold
to a million hives—
I could imagine a lanthorn
as it swallows its strange light and gleams
from within as if reborn
when the bees come.
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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