Yes. It's been a while again. I think this is my monthly blog. I had to share about the strange fall we've had. Warm now in December. A snow storm before Halloween. All the trees that had fallen are still being trimmed and gathered by the roadsides. It reminded me of a poem with the same title that appears in my chapbook, Coming Unfrozen.
Past
the
old
wood
pile
and
white
pine
path,
heavy
ice
stretches
birch
trees—
crystal
arches—
dancers
frozen
in
arabesque.
No one
to bind
their sullen
branches
before
the storm,
no one
to bury their
souls. Surely,
spring harbors
such cruel spells.
Here and
there poplar
leaves flicker—
crinoline in
April's wind;
they remain
among the fallen
without option
or regret.
