Out of season snow. Budding, half-
formed leaves. Bent branches dislocated
as bones are, torn tendons that have been
snapped in two. All night silvered trees
howl in pain.
shelter in ever
Flowers frozen in mid-bloom. Tender
as glass. Luminous to the touch. Formal
gardens made solid as scrap iron sculptures.
Flaking rust falls from low ceiling sky.
shredded by moonlight-melting trees
Heavy water falls as rain on sheet
metal. Ball peen dents on scuff-marked
elliptical planes. Conical headed, sprouting
weeds, bend right angled stems.
In soft light
frosted spider webs
Scarecrow dreams as vivid as phantom
limb pain. The gnarled branches host black birds,
eyeing furrows of loam, seed sprouts on a grid of
nerves, pulsing with light.
Storm cycle changes
of the wind-snow
Flood stage creek overflows banks in
quicksilver night. Gnarl of stump roots and dry
rot limbs propelled between tree breaks. A
buzz of wasp nest hives spit stinger edged sparks
into clenching fists of earth where white waters
form a wall;
the night aches
Alan Catlin has recently published several full length poetry books and chapbooks of poetry. Recent Titles include The Road to perdition ( Alien Buddha) Memories Too (Dos Madres) and Sunshine Superman (Cybertwit.)
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