Poetry by Tracy Marks

Winter Solstice

copyright 1978 by Tracy Marks

 
the winter now
outside my window
does not speak to me
although the wind
whips chillingly
about my ears.

each night is like
the winter
late in coming
late in leaving
piercing me
with silence.

I wonder,
will it snow
tonight? a tree
upon the hill
is dark and barren
under stars. I
wonder, will it ever
snow?




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