Today's poem is by Lisa Russ Spaar
Winter Solstice
Blue, tense with cold and joy
or is it the moon that makes the world seem larger?Welted and platinum, sky soars above
this patched parquet of snowbleached yards.When I cross over into whatever
ample vanishing waits beyond prayer,the verge of my breathing,
will I take this with me: inner road, roofless housewhere I stand, bound by the spell
of your absence and the stammel of my blooddrawing you through mepilgrim artery,
homing vein such distances like heaven, defying any subtraction of light
with its electric, effacing horizon?
Copyright © 2005 Lisa Russ Spaar All rights reserved
from Streetlight
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