by Craig W. Steele
Frail sunlight kisses frosted sleeping trees
without arousing passions dormant; heart-
wood spurns the plea to tryst in spring’s chill breeze.
Frail sunlight kisses frosted sleeping trees
transformed to land-wrought coral by the freeze
that sculpted sedge as alabaster art.
Frail sunlight kisses frosted sleeping trees
without arousing passion’s dormant heart.
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Craig W. Steele is a writer and university biologist who lives in the urban countryside of northwestern Pennsylvania. His poetry has appeared recently or is forthcoming in The Lyric, Yale Anglers’ Journal, WestWard Quarterly, the Aurorean, The Healing Muse, and elsewhere. |
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