winter winds

by Brian Edward Bahr

winter winds wont clear the snow
waiting in finished thicks like couches
dressed with misty sheets
draped through empty homes
and naked branches sinewed black
and teasing untouched spines of frost
hide shivered water
hide nighted hollows
waiting to dissolve old bones

Brian Edward Bahr lives in the woods of Northern Minnesota with his cat Yuki. He was born exactly one hundred years minus a day after James Joyce. Check out his other work at which has a link to his novel Orchard of Dust.

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