Stewart McKenzie


X Diary 13 Winter Nights - Poem by Stewart McKenzie

In winter the black nights press the question
Is this all there is?
Cold in a cluttered room
Wearing gloves to write?

Customary diversions of the mind
Work poorly in these cold darknesses.
But my neighbor, a stranger, helps to push my ailing car,
And after freezing rain
Ice trees glitter in the lights.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 26, 2005

Poem Edited: Monday, January 8, 2007


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