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winter’s breath by Linda Crate

by Patricia | 1.30.12

514px-Northern_Cardinal_Male-27527-2 by Ken Thomas (public domain)

I watched the world around me;

winter swallowed me in snow —

the skies were somber and grey.

Only a cardinal pierced the scene

of melancholy waves that washed

their newness upon the earth with

the promise of renewed hope.  As

the pains of yesterday were taken

from the land in ivory tears, I was

poured into chalices of reflection.

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Linda CrateLinda Crate is a Pennsylvanian native born in Pittsburgh and raised in the rural town of Conneautville. She has a Bachelors in English-Literature from Edinboro University. Her poetry has appeared in several magazines the latest of which include: Skive, The Scarlet Sound, Speech Therapy, Itasca Illinois & Willowtree Dreams, Dead Snakes, Carnage Conservatory, and The Camel Saloon.

1 Response to winter’s breath by Linda Crate

  1. Patricia

    I find the image of the cardinal provocative. Because of their bright coloration, when they appear, the rest of the scene seems to organize itself around them.

    I grew up in Virginia which hosts both cardinals and bluejays. I have many memories of seeing their dashes of color against this background or that.

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