"Twilight" Anna Syperek
At night I awaken and listen
to the house creak, its boards sharpening
in the cold. Days we stay inside,
looking out the window,
and wonder at a world so deep
into temperature. A nuthatch
tweaks thistle seed from a feeder
suction-cupped to the pane.
In moments like this spent close to glass,
how understandable my life is,
inside the heavy ribs of my navy sweater.
I watch the small bird rise
and light on a high branch.
"This Winter Worse than Most" by Madelyne Camrud, from Oddly Beautiful. © New Rivers Press, 2013.
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