Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/ poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
Ice Wednesday 2021
Many crosses of ice but no ashes Trees sagging from the icicles dragging Little birds desperate for last summer’s seeds The ice ground whitening, whitening, disappearing
The power flickers and flickers and fails And the day is one of lanterns and firewood Everyone wrapped up in blankets and thoughts Reading books in glaring blue battery-light
The roads are closed, and we are exiled home Our Lenten ashes are in having no ashes
“…last summer’s seeds” – I grow sunflowers and in the autumn save the seeds in that famous cool, dry place in paper or cloth, and in addition to commercial chicken scratch feed them to the birds and squirrels throughout the winter.