8:49 AM Posted by James Owens



A poem in the May issue of Red River Review

Christmas on Hazel Mountain

Rt. 63 straight up and over the ridgeline—
then the far slope and woods sheathed in ice,
every twig of every tree frozen last night
in cold plunging after rain....

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1 comments:

sam of the ten thousand things said...

Wonderful setting and use of imagery here. Good piece. Congratulations.