My Winter
posted Dec 18, 2006
Now she's weakening in the sky
a weedy thing, strung out,
drunkly tumbling on the blue.
Were I stronger, or made
of hydrogen, I could burn faster.
But this is winter: two sparrows
pecking an apple core.
When it's love: the apple is on fire.
O Sun, teach me to consume, to blaze,
make me visible again.
© 2006 Lauren Mitchell