Guest Poet Margaret A. Dukes

Crystals to Color the Rest of My Day  

Even the tiniest branch
        is a suncathcer
with frost on its bark.

Every unmowed weed glories
   in its frozen dew slicker
        this morning.

I slow my car.
        Can I absorb
this light, too?

This scene is not gray winter, 
it's alive
making bare branches and
fallow field
seem full
even in dead
of winter.

February, 1999

Margaret A. Dukes's Questions:

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