Poem by Brian Glaser


 

As Winter
          —26 November, 2018

1.
Why winter?
Season of the cyclamen,

the burn
the fire walks on.

From dark to dark
the sun
shines through a glass.

Will winter ever
uncover or weather

a rattle’s depth
at the early end of its dream?

The trader-trophy,
the snow—

2.
People are talking about you,
ukulele.

It is quiet though
in the Christmas tree fields.

The answer forks
into another answer,

and so on,
like a dancer’s walking.

They are playing a game.
A time, a shame.

A crime,
a game with their spray,

a litter of letters,
a sky of clouds

after the right moon might
go away.

3.
Winter is a woman-god:
It is her season of less and less

until morning light
breaks like a final kiss.

Her children run
in her garden;

so goes her song–
forgive me,

I have only met her
and you have known her

forever,
forgotten child.

 

Brian Glaser has published one poetry collection, The Sacred Heart, and dozens of essays about poetry. He teaches in the English Department at Chapman University in Orange, California.

Glenn Bowie is a published poet, lyricist and photographer from the Boston area. He also owns and operates an elevator company that supplies custom-built elevators for clients from New England to Hollywood. Author of two poetry and photograph collections (Under the Weight of Whispers and Into the Thorns and Honey) on Big Table Publishing, he donates all profits from his books to various charities for the homeless and local animal shelters.

 

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