Saturday, January 10, 2015

"Winter, Thirty Below with Sundogs" by Tom Hennen



The sun came up chased by dogs
Across a field of snow.
As they passed the pile of broken logs
Frost fluttered in the air
Between the birch trees
Standing in that spot exactly
Where the ridge becomes a hill.
In another thousand years
Sky and woods and land
Will have come to be there, still.
And still pursued all day, a winter fox
Too smart for dogs,
The sun goes in animal delight
Over the farthest edge of earth
Not far ahead of night
And jumps into the dark pool
With a last great splash of light.



"Winter, Thirty Below with Sundogs" by Tom Hennen,
from Darkness Sticks to Everything. © Copper Canyon Press, 2013.

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