I broke the candid will
flowering on the edge
in a clay pot on the sill
overlooking this dark ledgeThen silence like a universe,
void in its depth, aching,
overtook us at our worst
All the stems left shakingA wisp and a whisper
Clouded light diffused
A window on our winter
Warm hearts, disabusedOverwatered by the hand
Under-fed by the eyes
Spirit alone, who cannot stand
A soul, not strong enough to dieAgainst the cold this glass
holding doom like a favor
pronounces as storms pass
We can find no place saferNo bitter root holds water
No faded leaf, the sun
No wilting flower bothers
to open when day is done
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Reaching Past Winter
PoetryA new collection of poetry by the author, Michael J Tyger.