A snowy field, half-stalked with winter wheat,
mocks the stark absence; the low valence of gold
marks the stillness, the breathless prairie fold
that holds no peace.
Ruffled air blades in, flaps down on metal wings
peels back the skin of living, grounds the flight
of white birds in cold furnace blasts, while flat light
skiffs a lake of geese.
Come short days of short sun. Come hearts of wine
disrobe this desire, while young wallflowers hang
in green bungalows, where bower cages sprang
until all loves cease.
322 Review publishes provocative emerging and established artists. Conceived and operated by former Rowan University graduate students of the Master of Arts in Writing Program, 322 Review is aggressively seeking the best fiction, creative nonfiction, poetry, and mixed media works of visual art.
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