SOUTH OF WINTER
The wind whispers
Time to go time to go
In V-formation
I find my place
Under my wings
an updraft
Lifts me higher
and higher
To leave behind snow
I fly
South of winter.
SALTLICK
White crystal
calls to you
From deep in the green
You appear massive rack
Bends to protrude leather tongue
Scraping minute particles
Ingested satiated Ballet
Steps take you
Away.
ICICLES
Frosty blue twinkling
In the first sun
After I had
Burned the midnight
Oil.
LAST LEAF
Last leaf
Hangs tenaciously
Like a
Bungee jumper
To suddenly
Freefall
To tell us
That the
Dark season
Is now
On its way.
Sandra Merz is a freelance writer who lives in Port Coquitlam, British Columbia,
Canada. She has written and published poems, short stories, book reviews
and interviews. She is currently writing her first novel. Sandra is an associate
editor of The Rose & Thorn Literary E-zine.
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