i
gas stove's loud hissing
chorus over rustling snow
winter nights whisper
ii
i am not superstitious
but snow has voices
creaks and groans
and tapping songs
punctuated by
the sharp report
and the tumbling percussion
of falling limbs
i am not superstitious,
or maybe i am.
ht.
About Me
- Heather Tinnaro
- Asheville, North Carolina, United States
- It will be a few years until I can step back on board with an eye to staying a while. At the moment, I still live in the mountains of North Carolina, in a small house with a piano in the parlor and a teenager in the good bedroom. But it is time to start dreaming. The nest is preparing to empty, and when it does, I should be ready to fly. Or float.
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