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Late Winter Thaw
We shed our heavy coats on sunny days above freezing Forget last autumn’s shivering in parkas at the same temperature Recipe for another variant still a month from the equinox yet behaving like it’s all over (For Sammi Cox’s Weekend … Continue reading
Fraiku: More Snow Tonight
Listen to the snowFill these woods at nightWhile old trees shrug
A Thursday Morning in Winter
The cars on my street were spray-painted whiteby that famous vandal, Jack Frost. The hungover sunoffers no warmth. I should remove the crystalline dewfrom my windshield but I must’ve walked widdershinsaround the bar— lost my scraper and glove. This credit … Continue reading
The Rhythm of Melting Snow
If I close my eyesand face the sunI can almost rememberspring
Fraiku: Winter Walk
Frozen footfalls crunchBundled like an astronautIgnored by the sun
Fraiku: January Tree
Bare branches shiverunder winter starslike a hand without a glove
A Good Winter Night
A Good Winter Night Unlike the impatient dawnwhich erupts upon the worldlike a chocolate covered cherry Sunset eases graceful silentand welcoming as an old bookby a fireplace in winter Sink into this well-worn couchput your feet in my laplet me … Continue reading
Fraiku: Christmas Eve
In still winter airpinprick stars on strings danglethe dome of heaven
Understanding is a Three-Edged Sword
“There are eight sides to every argument,”she said while sliding through a four-way stop.But I’m a programmer, paid to think in ones and zeroes,ons and offs, trues and false, though I see her pointas the car stops spinning and she … Continue reading
Winter Solstice Sonnet
Winter Solstice Sonnet I’ve lived where the solstice airfreezes onto my mustache.Where daylight is a vague glowbehind clouds of dirty slush. I’ve felt that deep ancestral fearthat the sun has given upand we’ll all shiver solid,defeated by the menacing dark. … Continue reading
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 