Magazine March 19, 2018, Issue

Poetry

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SOMETIMES THE FROST COMES EARLY

Sometimes the frost comes early when it might
Have held its crystallizing of the leaves.
But it views warmth as pain, and so believes
It must be kind and decimate the night.
I view the wilted shrouds in morning light
That once were strong, with sap-coursed veins alert
To sun, to rain. But a particular hurt
Like frost, inflexible, is structured tight
As iron bands, and nothing can assert
Itself against the freezing of the sap,
Which stunts the stem and leaf, and leaves a gap
That cannot soon be filled, until the dirt
Warms in another season, and the sight
Of seedlings once again can put things …

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