Winter Klieg
Dawn startles the ice-tight branches.
Back-lit
by klieg, they yield secrets. Modesty
tells us
do not look. If we lack it, our blotched
retinas
deliver a long scolding.
Out
in the white world, the weight of us
crunches
through crust, no pretense at ethereality.
By midday,
all crashes, thin wands shattering all around
with a sound
like rocks through panes. Chill melt
creeps
into our boots as we hove homeward,
wringing
ourselves out, no more revelations
to be had.
by Devon Balwit
Editor’s Note: This poem’s imagery is both startling and true.
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Although I did have to look up a couple of words in this poem–one for clarity and one to see if it was a globally recognized word or one created by the poet–I enjoyed this piece. The active, specialized verbs are particularly well chosen and I did get lost in the chilly moment. Great job, Devon. 🙂
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