By Bill Christophersen Bill Christophersen
The cold grows colder, even as the days
grow longer, February's mercury vapor light
buffing but not defrosting the bone-white
ground, crusty and treacherous underfoot.
This is the time of year that's apt to put
a hammerlock on a healthy appetite,
old anxieties back into the night,
insomnia and nightmares into play;
when things in need of doing go undone
and things that can't be undone come to call,
muttering recriminations at the door,
and buried ambitions rise up through the floor
and pin your wriggling shoulders to the wall;
and hope's a reptile waiting for the sun.

Source: Poetry (February 2002).


This poem originally appeared in the February 2002 issue of Poetry magazine

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February 2002


Poet and critic Bill Christophersen’s poems have been published in the Antioch Review, Borderlands, the Oak Bend Review, Poetry magazine, and the Tampa Review. A frequent book reviewer, his reviews have been published in the American Book Review, The New Leader, and Poetry. He is the author of The Apparition in the Glass: Charles Brockden Brown’s American Gothic (1993).
Christophersen lives in New York and has taught at . . .

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SUBJECT Nature, Winter

POET’S REGION U.S., Mid-Atlantic

Poetic Terms Sonnet

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