Lines for Winter

By Dave Lucas Dave Lucas
Poor muse, north wind, or any god   
who blusters bleak across the lake   
and sows the earth earth-deep with ice.   
A hoar of fur stung across the vines:   
here the leaves in full flush, here   
abandoned to four and farther winds.   
Bless us, any god who crabs the apples   
and seeds the leaf and needle evergreen.   
What whispered catastrophe, winter.   
What a long night, beyond the lamplight,   
the windows and the frost-ferned glass.   
Bless the traveler and the hearth he travels to.   
Bless our rough hands, wind-scabbed lips,   
bless this our miscreant psalm.

Source: Poetry (March 2009).

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This poem originally appeared in the March 2009 issue of Poetry magazine

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Dave Lucas received a 2005 Discovery/The Nation Prize. He is a doctoral student in English at the University of Michigan and reviews poetry for the Cleveland Plain Dealer.

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SUBJECT Nature, Winter

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