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.
ghost
birds
shelter
in ever
green
tombs
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
glow
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
the
course
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
rush.
Polished
stones
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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