Tuesday, February 12, 2013

New Poem for Winter

Here's a poem I just wrote that seems to reach back to my boyhood spent in the long winters of Wyoming.


These were the clean white prairies of your birth.
So much winter for the picture window,
Snowflakes that mirror the likeness of mirth,
Your heart’s soil is a cup overflown
With silver ladling of her country laugh.
How her green shoot of a boy from the white
Reminded her of the long year’s green half.

Horses rage beyond the snow, beyond night.

Is the picture window a darkened mirror
Tonight? What tall figure’s shape strides within? 
Youth’s years have gone. Age’s autumn is here
And September’s grim harvest must begin.
Will you give him a coin for the final
Crossing, or leap the fire of fondest sin?

1 comment:

  1. Excellent, Michael! Keep posting your new poems.