An Easterly Poem by Jean Bernard Parr
An Easterly
For three days
a cutting wind
my hands share
an infants' sock
I, for a second,
thought to leave
it on the path;
a nest-borne,
enriched
doting knit that
may jolt return.
Of winter clothes
I need none, but
this bone-saw wind
hid behind a sun
that beckoned
and did not warm
did not warn
being frozen
makes it easier
to steal from
one so young.
Wednesday, August 24, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: coldness
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