Burn Edgesmall winter poems
pin upthe sodden veil
of the day
all the dark trees
of the dene
wet through
to their roots
-
all the difficulties
of the dark months
even gorse agrees
to withhold
-a damaged rivermeets anotherdamaged riverbutting headsand bellowingthe weirwhips them on-golden plovercalling overthe ancientsalt pansthe momentpocketed-
to carry always
the garden
with you
allelopathic elder
monoecious hazel
the pond broken
and refrozen
into peaks
of white
-
gulls in
grey and rain
score their white
across the sky
how are they
there you here
-
Rob Galpin
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Jennifer Ebeling