January noon

This entry is part 1 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses

In the owl’s flight
as in the conifers it left:
that silence.

It’s enormous,
the frozen carcass of a cow
eaten by chickadees.

O trees like forks,
the sky too is a dish
best served cold.

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2 Replies to “January noon”

Verse scraped as clean as a January sky. I like this. (And thanks for the mini-vacation between sets of papers!)

Dave Bonta says:

January 22, 2014 at 9:49 pm

Glad you liked. Thanks for stopping by.

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Peter says:

January 22, 2014 at 8:22 pm

Verse scraped as clean as a January sky. I like this. (And thanks for the mini-vacation between sets of papers!)

1. Dave Bonta says:
  
  January 22, 2014 at 9:49 pm
  
  Glad you liked. Thanks for stopping by.

2 Replies to “January noon”