This winter

is snow on ice on ice on snow
and we know this is metaphor
also, this floundering through drifts
and bleak shivering, a slip and a fall

juncos flit and chickadees
never give up their song, the warning note
for all these branches bent under
their own frozen weight, summer’s broken stems
brittle and glazed

how far down do we hold our love’s roots, the seeds
and is this the winter
that kills them

7 thoughts on “This winter”

  1. ‘ snow on ice on ice on snow’ this is winter and I love your followup line about knowing it is metaphor and then feeling it in the poem…today I saw tiny birds perched on frozen wildflower stems.

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