With winter’s gift of unimpeded sight,

holloway overhung with ancient trees n Cornwall
This entry is part 5 of 95 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Winter 2010-11

 

I watch crows circle a dark carcass
a hundred yards off through the woods.
Only this white backdrop could make
bearable, the way the elements
have chosen whatever’s returned
as offering to the wheel. In spring
or summer we’ll come across its bones
under new growth of grass, bleached
white as stars that filter light
all this way through nets of trees.

Luisa Igloria
12.16.2010

Borrowing lines from the Morning Porch entry for December 13.

What Leaf

holloway overhung with ancient trees n Cornwall
This entry is part 4 of 95 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Winter 2010-11

 

What leaf is small and black and falls
more slowly than a feather?

What ink washes deeper blue
then sable as it nears the shore?

What crystal spangles every
lidded eye on trees and bushes?

What letter writes itself over
and over in the wind?

A fire dances up in the trash burner,
the brightest thing.

Luisa Igloria
12.14.2010

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This one borrows lines from my Morning Porch entry of October 21, 2008. (The title is my own.) Thanks, Luisa!