Monday, November 28, 2016

Beyond the Fence

On a recent overcast early evening I took a picture of the sky.
Later, I ran it through the iPhone app Prisma.
I may need a new box of crayons. . .


         Chena River, Fairbanks

Tundra swans twine necks
among snowflakes
vanishing into evening's

river. Past break uo,
tablecloths of rotten ice
nest along the bank.

Halfway, swan wings
open, then settle in
like second thoughts.

Maybe they flew
north over Minto
traced halos

over brooding ponds,
saw from far up
without touching

the world is hard
and will stay hard
a while longer.

Peggy Shumaker

Long Journey; Contemporary Northwest Poetry,
Oregon State University Press, 2006, page 238.

Six short three-line stanzas. You can do it!    jhh

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