Today's poem is by Lisa Russ Spaar
Winter Solstice
Blue, tense with cold and joy —
or is it the moon that makes the world seem larger?Welted and platinum, sky soars above
this patched parquet of snowbleached yards.When I cross over into whatever
ample vanishing waits beyond prayer,the verge of my breathing,
will I take this with me: inner road, roofless housewhere I stand, bound by the spell
of your absence and the stammel of my blooddrawing you through me—pilgrim artery,
homing vein — such distances —like heaven, defying any subtraction of light
with its electric, effacing horizon?
Copyright © 2005 Lisa Russ Spaar All rights reserved
from Streetlight
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