Monday, February 22, 2021


 










Winter Nests Triolet 2021

Mourning 500,000 + lives lost

in our country as of today due

to COVID


I see dark dabs of winter nests

In skeletal trees as I stroll

And find no numbers of address

I see dark dabs of winter nests

Forage wrought--vessels at rest

No occupants with buoyant souls,

I see dark dabs of winter nests

In skeletal trees as I stroll


Laura Stickney 2021


Notes:

photograph of tree by Laura Stickney 
















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2 comments:

  1. JMBaralFebruary 23, 2021 at 5:12 PM

    many souls vanished
    your images, words, rhythms
    cannot bring them back

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  2. Laura StickneyFebruary 23, 2021 at 8:07 PM

    But in both our poems they are remembered.
    They are missed.

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