This was a journey polar-ward.
Pearls fell from the sky that day, painted the windows
I have reached down my throat
Pass an egg above his body while he’s sleeping.
Some say pomegranate but I say
now thurifer of Autumn air.
Cortland branches to drop
Kendra Langdon Juskus
The year’s first snow:
Tonight, stone-carved newsmen stand in front of a school.
Her haircut was a style of necessity.
Wait until I have finished
wait a bit longer
Both blessing and blight, this Christmas Eve snow that glowed our house like a
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