Poets corner: White Winter

White Winter

The snow

in drifts

half up the house

blue-white, hard-grained

kept him inside

holed up

hearing the squeak

of snow

had him peer

out through lightless

white at white

It was

the wind

rising at night

when fires were banked

the supper done

bellying

window cloth

in human shape

rising from lull

to lonely scream

that frightened him

Ann Fielder graduated from Antioch College, majoring in literature. She spent a number of years overseas, writing in France, editing a pediatric journal in Turkey and government documents in Taiwan. She has written poetry from a very young age.

The Martha’s Vineyard Times welcomes contributions to Poet’s Corner. Dan Waters, former poet laureate of West Tisbury, will select poems to be published here. Submissions should be directed to dan@indianhillpress.com.