Waiting for the Meltwater|
by Janice D. Soderling
Snow settles haphazardly in the back fields.
Janice D. Soderling is a prize-winning writer who lives in a small village in Sweden. Her poetry, fiction, and translations are widely published. Her fiction credits include Glimmer Train, Conclave, (USA), Acumen (England), Fiddlehead (Canada); 42opus, Our Stories, Word Riot, Toasted Cheese (online). Recent and forthcoming poetry venues are Alba, Anon, Autumn Sky Poetry, Barefoot Muse, Blue Unicorn, Centrifugal Eye, The Chimaera, Innisfree Poetry Journal, Literary Mama, Loch Raven Review, Lucid Rhythms, Mezzo Cammin, Nthposition, Other Poetry, Poemeleon, Right Hand Pointing, Tipton Poetry Journal, and Umbrella Journal.
A hard wind blurs my footsteps.
The rubble of the collapsed barn,
like the fence line, is hard to find.
Snow alters the perspective.
This white smoothness covers
the tangled grass of summer,
the gnawed bones of a rabbit,
the clawed shriek of the winter owl.
So much lies buried here.
The north wind chills to the bone.
Winter is not a season for forgiving.
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