A Touch of Frost To be blunt about it I lost all interest in the scented basil its darkened face the wrinkles that seemed so profound before your early touch It’s the zinnia’s turn now to flirt for my attention until an even colder shoulder turns my way leaving me as always in the night burned again Cozying up to the embers of the blushing euonymus pining for a spark before giving that up too to the ashen light getting down to the clacking bones of why we love so much This life
Philip Timpane lives in Great Barrington, Massachusetts, U.S., where he works as a building contractor and designs and builds new poems. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in the Atlanta Review, Vallum, upstreet, Canary, and Quay. He was winner of the Atlanta Review’s 2007 International Publication Award.
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