December 1994

Poem

From the magazine:
Born in December

By Stephen Stepanchev

Poem

From the magazine:
Smelling the Snow

By David Citino

Poem

From the magazine:
Snow into Evening

By Nikia Leopold

The snow keeps telling its soft secrets,
its white lies,
hiding the frozen pond,
printing a rabbit's track,
erasing it.
Buried snowdrops'
breath is the only gentleness
in January ––
not these drifts
which rise, voracious,
white as bone.

December 1994

From this Issue

From the magazine:
Born in December

From the magazine:
Smelling the Snow

From the magazine:
Snow into Evening

Table of Contents

December 1994

From this Issue

poetry-magazineFrom the magazine:Born in December

poetry-magazineFrom the magazine:Smelling the Snow

poetry-magazineFrom the magazine:Snow into Evening

Table of Contents

From the magazine:
Born in December

From the magazine:
Smelling the Snow

From the magazine:
Snow into Evening