Frank Avon

Outside My Window Xxiii - Poem by Frank Avon

Only snow,
and ten below,
blossoms of snow
on the spruce
dark in the yard
standing in snow.

on the twelfth night of Christmas
the Christmas cactus bloomed:
as red -
not as scarlet or magenta,
but somewhere thereabouts.

And what I read
by someone named Revell
was of the lovely Oothoon
and Henry David Thoreau
and phrases from Ashbery,
and in my mind
red melted

and the white uprose
as in the robes
of a heavenly choir
or the jewel
a Guarini might see
in a crystal of ice

Now it is night
time to draw the blind
a night without light
time to draw the blind

Topic(s) of this poem: darkness, nature, nightfall, winter

Comments about Outside My Window Xxiii by Frank Avon

  • Kelly Kurt (1/11/2016 1:55:00 AM)

    You are a source of inspiration, Frank. Keep posting these gems! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 10, 2016

Poem Edited: Monday, January 11, 2016

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