Three Deer on the Last Day of the Year Time is frozen in gray snow recedes to blotches in patch work downed trees and branches small pines absolutely green absolutely motionless until nudges by browsing deer deer licking winter fur necks torqued to impossible degrees unimaginable angles their long slender necks flexible to surprise. A white light hovers on the horizon low to the ridge. There is nothing here to resolve brittle leaves air so cold it stings and chafes. Barren or beautiful is in the rhythm of the heart hands too cold to move head too cold to think three deer vanished the air infinitely still nothing moved in their movements like the heart between beats.
~ J.P. Mackie
Asleep in the Snow Tires spinning in snow, muffled Veil of exhaust lifts its ghostly shoulders The rooster crows, feathers rustling A shiver beneath the crisp sheet of dawn. Inside and under our window Wool and cotton wrap arms and feet Small clucking sounds huddle in babyâ€™s throat Sleep nursing, his smooth round cheeks a rosy warmth. I breathe in close to his skin, careful not to wake A memory drifts in, the boy with crumbs on his lips and a tear in his eye How peacefully he now sleeps My heart lifts and settles with the snow on the windowsill.
~ Amy Raposo
Spring 2014 Volume 2, Issue 1
A compilation of the Fredericksburg Literary and Art Review, Volumes 1 and 2 (2013-2014)