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Volume 13 Number 1, April 2012

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HOARFROST

 

I’m sure it’s nothing personal

not some sarcastic response by nature

but despite everything this January in Winnipeg

has dressed our urban forest in hoarfrost

tops of trees glimmer in the morning light

as if to say that during days of misery

beauty still claims its rank in the order

that we do not get the larger context

nor the flow of the real. If we could

only learn to read the language of things

come to the resting place of what happens

hoarfrost in January would also feel like home

 

- P.K. Brask