the dampened wood with the half melted snow
and the slow sure way icicles drops a piece of loss
softens in the dead mulching leaves
searching for any permanence
even a stone drifts in time
cool springs lose some chill
when heat is transferred from your touch
none of this eternal
loss can only last so long
then it parts as a silent bird
eventually there will be half the stars
rain can only cool the world off a little
Martin Willitts Jr is a retired Librarian. His poems appeared in Blue Fifth, Centrifugal Eye, Stone Canoe, Kentucky Review, Poppy Road Review, and many others. He has 11 full-length collections including "How to Be Silent" (FutureCycle Press, 2016) and forthcoming "Dylan Thomas and the Writer Shed" (FutureCycle Press, 2017).
Wow...what an amazing poem by Mr. Willits...
ReplyDeleteCheers from Germany.
only half the stars...when your lover is gone...what an image
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