Winter uses all the blues there are.

Is nothing but the shape of what it holds.A glass spun for itself is empty,Brittle, at best Venetian trinket.Embossed glass hides the poem of its absence.Words should be looked through, should be windows.The best word were invisible.The poem is the thing the poet thinks.If the impossible were not,And if the glass, only the glass,Could be…

Are vegetable hearts) were worn on sleeves,The squash’s are. In green the squash vine gushes.The flowers are cornucopias of summer,Briefly exuberant and cheaply golden.And if they make a show of being hidden,Are open promiscuously to every comer.Let the squash be what it was doomed to beBy the old Gardener with the shrewd green thumb.Let it…

When others run to windows or out of doorsTo catch the sunset whole, he is contentWith any segment anywhere he sits.From segment, fragment, he can reconstructThe whole, prefers to reconstruct the whole,As if to say, I see more seeing less.A window to the east will serve as wellAs window to the west, for eastern skyEchoes…

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One everywhere, one scarcely anywhere.So fair unfair a world. Had we the witTo use the surplus for the deficit,We’d make a fairer fairer world of it.Anonymous submission.

The page he contemplates he doesn’t see.The lesson, the long lesson, has been summer.His mind holds summer, as his skin holds sun.For once the homework, all of it, was done.What were the crops, where were the fiery fieldsWhere for so many days so many hoursThe sun assaulted him with glittering showers.Expect a certain absence in…