Vita Brevis Press (Print Anthology III) December 2021
Nothing Divine Dies (Nature
Poetry)
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There is nothing ambiguous about
the absence of sunshine this
morning;
nothing open to interpretation;
nothing
equivocal. No. This morning
on the lawn—if brown can be a
lawn,
if a lawn can be a mat of last
year’s leaves—
this morning’s lawn, then, is
frost alone,
no new snow anywhere, just cold
and a frosty glaze, the promise
of impending winter.