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.

2 comments:

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).