Seasons Poem by Dana Korneisel

Seasons



Sulfur yellow stain slides to the
Sharp edge of a blade
It's been scarred, dying
Pox-holed and
Turning white
BLANCHED.
Sharpen in the Spring aire
After a brief hour of winter
Freeze me again

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Dana Korneisel

Dana Korneisel

Grand Rapids, MI
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