March 2nd.
2021
Digital Drawing
Yesterday’s prompt howls
Branches crack, nests hang balanced
I can hear the moon
Darkness has a loud
Voice. The plough person we love
Prepared us, for worse.
With gale force strength, ice
Whips into boiler plate, no
room, errors fatal
Winds excite this night
interminable the wait
Yet Spring will come, in
Time. Winter rises
Sugar’s sweetest gift: Maple
Snow, and Vermont’s hearts.
Branches crack, nests hang balanced
I can hear the moon
Darkness has a loud
Voice. The plough person we love
Prepared us, for worse.
With gale force strength, ice
Whips into boiler plate, no
room, errors fatal
Winds excite this night
interminable the wait
Yet Spring will come, in
Time. Winter rises
Sugar’s sweetest gift: Maple
Snow, and Vermont’s hearts.
All images copyright caroline tavelli-abar •.