birds puffed up on its snowy branches, waiting to take
their turn at the freshly filled feeders that swing & spin
like our constant worry, like the confusion of snow
caught in a current of arctic air— so cold— we can
hardly speak in simple sentences: This— only this—
becomes a sigh of nothing.
their turn at the freshly filled feeders that swing & spin
like our constant worry, like the confusion of snow
caught in a current of arctic air— so cold— we can
hardly speak in simple sentences: This— only this—
becomes a sigh of nothing.
M.J. Iuppa’s forthcoming fifth full length poetry collection The Weight of Air from Kelsay Books, May, 2022, and a chapbook of 24 100-word stories, Rock. Paper. Scissors. from Foothills Publishing in 2022. For the past 33 years, she has lived on a small farm near the shores of Lake Ontario. Check out her blog: mjiuppa.blogspot.com for her musings on writing, sustainability & life’s stew.
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