Beneath the Cardinal
Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
Fresh snow on the rail—
a red bird waits while one wing
rests under the eave.
16 words · 3 lines · Haiku
Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
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Red bird on the fence— a butterfly opens noon above the milkweed.
The thing about winter is that it's honest. No leaves to hide behind.
The windows fog with everything we've made— the stew, the bread, the kettle's weary sigh— and past the glass the garden starts to fade
The world decided to start over last night.
All winter the motorcycle waits beneath a grey cover. I turn the wheels by hand,
Beside the tulips, her garden gloves keep the shape of two resting hands.
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