Reginald Shepherd
Cold Pastoral Winter wonders where when weather wanders, repeats its speech impediments of snow and stuttered sleet and freezing rain spilled from the fringes of its worn cloud cover: coats March in frost. Damp grass springs back and then is put to bed again beneath white sheets, under the weather when winter lingers, won't take its leave of slicked sidewalks, flurries here and there but stays, keeps spring at bay until the ice-walled creek falls, overflows two seasons all delay and roundabout; cracks in their composure augur warmth.
Summer 2005
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