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.
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