I have three poems in the January issue of Verse-Virtual., the online poetry journal for which I am a very regular contributor: three every month.
This month's contributions include one on the seasons, "Welcome to Winter." One on a harrowing encounter: "The Blind Guy." And One on the need human beings have for one another, titled "Shepherd Me."
Welcome to Winter
Cover your body with white fat Grow hair on your neck, the backs of your hands, ankles, spleen Smother your skin with the oil of musk, so effective for reducing unnecessary contact with others of your own failing species Cultivate aging machines They laugh in the face of long-range forecasts They spit in the wind of progress They resist as a point of pride And turn your old car into a dogsled drawn by the neighborhood delinquents who refuse to attend those academies of unpleasant demands offering the acres of the despondency the elders call ‘facts’ Welcome, deep season! Scrub your windy teeth on the tall and prickly points of Father Pine, the always acerbic Arborvitae, and expel your mouth rinse on the gleaming ice follies of
yesterday’s lacy network of river and streams converted now into an arterial network of just plain freaking cold Let the ice steam for all comers! You steam, we all scream I swallow my fear in huge gulps of repentance for all that summer love Embrace me, icicle mother, and all your greenie beaming children waving frozen wings of beautiful death
To read my other poems, and those of 62 other poems contributing this month, see