Sunday, November 23, 2008

winter sky

There are some things that only a winter sky can heal.
This wound, torn new in the day

is one, but see how the frost settles
along its edges, crystals growing long

and knitting a perfect scarf around. Swallow
slowly and the feeling of terror will pass. The sky

draws its commas patiently around
each moment, dividing one from the next.


Crafty Green Poet said...

this is a beautiful poem and a wonderful observation on the winter sky...

RachelW said...

Thank you, crafty green poet!

As an aside, I discovered your blog a few days ago, and it is well worth visiting (everyone: the link can be found in the right hand column of this blog).