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Winter Journal: Threshed Blue, Cardings, Dim Tonsils
By Emily Wilson
stripped batting of cloud
glimpsed ligaments
dusk coming up under
lithographic, nib-hatchings
       instruments click
       the fine-sprung locust
       replicate dinge along hill-lines
       tailings of umber, the rust smudge
There is still that hemmed ocean of oaks
       the various reds, the somehow
       silver cast over the...
To a Wreath of Snow
By Emily Brontë
O transient voyager of heaven!
⁠ ⁠ ⁠ O silent sign of winter skies!
What adverse wind thy sail has driven
⁠ ⁠ ⁠ To dungeons where a prisoner lies?

Methinks the hands that shut the sun
⁠ ⁠ ⁠ ⁠So sternly from this morning's brow
Might still their rebel task have done
⁠⁠ ⁠ ⁠ And checked a thing...
Preludes
By T. S. Eliot
I

The winter evening settles down
With smell of steaks in passageways.
Six o’clock.
The burnt-out ends of smoky days.
And now a gusty shower wraps
The grimy scraps
Of withered leaves about your feet
And newspapers from vacant lots;
The showers beat
On broken blinds and chimney-pots,
And at the...
- Nature
- Winter
- Social Commentaries
- Cities & Urban Life
- Religion
- Faith & Doubt
- Living
- Stanza Forms
- Mixed
- + 2 more
Growing Season
By Angela Voras-Hills
On the bike path, a bunny's body and blood
where the head should be. Something

has torn off its foot, something has eaten
its heart, its entrails frozen in snow.

The plow growls past me. This morning
I left eggs behind the couch to incubate....
The Snow Arrives After Long Silence
By Nancy Willard
The snow arrives after long silence
from its high home where nothing leaves
tracks or strains or keeps time.
The sky it fell from, pale as oatmeal,
bears up like sheep before shearing.

The cat at my window watches
amazed. So many feathers and no bird!
All...
- Nature
- Winter
Winter Morning
By James Crews
When I can no longer say thank you
for this new day and the waking into it,
for the cold scrape of the kitchen chair
and the ticking of the space heater glowing
orange as it warms the floor near my feet,
I know it’s...
Wind Shear
By Janice N. Harrington
Under the magnolia, a winter-starved hare stills
and pretends it is not there,

and wanting less of fearfulness
I pretend that I do not see my camouflage, the wild promises
in my gaze, and step carefully by.

Morning, bitter morning—
lack and awful patience wait at...
The Burning
By Liz Berry
It was the hard winter she came,
frozen larks plummeting through the gloam like falling stars,
each pail in the yard a slattern’s looking glass.

Each dusk, the house cobwebbed by creeping frost,
my husband slipped like a knife from an oyster,
my sons nestled...
- Nature
- Winter
First Snow
By Arthur Sze
A rabbit has stopped on the gravel driveway:

imbibing the silence,
you stare at spruce needles:

...
When It Arrived
By C.L. O’Dell
It was delivered to me in the snow.

The kids were all sleeping
in separate corners of the house
like unfound crystals.

I wiped the flakes off,
holding what I thought could save me.
My neighbors were afraid

I was disappearing. The branches above
trembled with hidden birds.
I...
February & my love is in another state
By José Olivarez
so when i walk down the street, i hold hands
with the wind. there’s a chimney coughing
up ahead & a sky so honey, i could almost taste it.
a cat struts away from me & two yellow eyes

become four: just like that,
i’m...
Battery Park in Winter
By Chase Berggrun
Near noon in the city in the park
in the salted air in the cold cringe
cringing two hands glued red
to my cheeks. I give away comfort to get it back.
Oh, look at the sun, I must say to myself
over and over,...
Might Have Been July, Might Have Been December
By Robert Wrigley
More oblique the eagle’s angle
than the osprey’s precipitous fall,
but rose up both and under them dangled
a trout, the point of it all.

Festooned, a limb on each one’s
favored tree either side of the river,
with chains of bone and lace of skin
the...
Muzzle
By Julia Salem
In a bleary part of town,
I traverse the blackboard silence of snow.

Through the slats of the cypresses
Flounce paper-white feathers of snow.

On the red leaves of my palms
Distend melted messages of snow.

The road is iron anvil
Stinging with sparks of snow.

My nocturnal...
White Lie
By Austin Smith
Christmas Eves our dad would bring
Home from the farm real hay
For the reindeer that didn't exist
And after we were finally asleep
Would get out and take the slabs
Up in his arms and carry them
Back to the bed of his pickup,
Making sure...
Sugar Water in Winter
By Christie Towers
A bowl of rose water dreams itself empty
on the radiator: It's December and we can
hardly afford the heat, our milk money
crinkling hungry over the cold counter
of our convenience store, the very last
of our cash for creamer, for pleasantries,
for cheap tea...
The Years of Water & Light
By Ruth Awad
In the rowboat I tied her shoes.And the river cussed and spat.

Our feet swelled and our bellies begged.The end is never how you expect.

This is where I lose her:at the shoreline, in sweet water.

We fed wild dogs overripe apples and...
- Nature
- Winter
- Living
- Sorrow & Grieving
- The Mind
- Memory & Nostalgia
- Time & Brevity
- Relationships
- Grief
- + 2 more
Jagged Winter Trail Designs
By Sy Hoahwah
The wagon and mule, Time and Eternity, stop to change places. Their lean and slope-back shadow, my reservation. The moon moves like infested flour. At the river, bloody victories meet bloody massacres. They tell each other about their...
A poem from From a Winter Notebook
By Matvei Yankelevich
As winter went on, every morning’s spoon of buckwheat honey
resembled more the taste of that isosceles at midpoint
of your weight, its smell brought sweetly back the pendulum-like pace
moving us from windowsill to floor, from floor to bed, and back
to floor,...
[Today, running along the river]
By Jimmy Santiago Baca
2.

Today, running along the river,
                 dead leaves cling
                 to cathedral cottonwood branches,
                 snap in the gusty breeze,
                 give a crisp hiss . . .
A wafer thin wind spades up
loose dust from the path,
and above me,
gray leaves clash soft in towering...

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Winter Journal: Threshed Blue, Cardings, Dim Tonsils

To a Wreath of Snow

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First Snow

When It Arrived

February & my love is in another state

Battery Park in Winter

Might Have Been July, Might Have Been December

Muzzle

White Lie

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The Years of Water & Light

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A poem from From a Winter Notebook

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Wind Shear

The Burning

When It Arrived

February & my love is in another state

Battery Park in Winter

Might Have Been July, Might Have Been December

Muzzle

The Years of Water & Light

Jagged Winter Trail Designs

A poem from From a Winter Notebook