Linda Pastan Winter Poems
- 1. The Months
January
Contorted by wind,
mere armatures for ice or snow,
... - 2. Vertical
Perhaps the purpose of leaves is to conceal
the verticality of trees which we notice in December
as if for the first time: row after row of dark forms
yearning upwards. And since we will be horizontal
... - 3. Something About The Trees
I remember what my father told me:
There is an age when you are most yourself.
He was just past fifty then,
Was it something about the trees that make him speak?
... - 4. Wind Chill
The door of winter
is frozen shut,
and like the bodies
... - 5. Home For Thanksgiving
The gathering family
throws shadows around us,
it is the late afternoon
Of the family.
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