Last Winter

My Poem, Last Winter is in Issue 30 of MacQueen’s Quinterly. Here is the poem:

Last Winter

False spring today.

A mild breeze fans

the bare trees

as if in rehearsal.

I walk along the riverbank

lost in thought.

It has been a hard winter—

like living inside an ice cave

with a constant gray sky that lodged

in my bones.

And for friends

on the edge,

a final fall

into that oblivion

where not a single

bird sings

and spring is always

a day away.