Volume 1 Number 4
Winter 2007


The Darkness of Winter

Scott Lowery

purple threads of woodsmoke
curl up,
            from them
this whole valley creates
itself again
       at first light,
from darkness of winter.

when color drains back into
            at dusk
pines knee-deep in snow

become symbols of some
lost time, where
            birds mark
flitting hieroglyphics.

the old, reptilian brain
is the one
            that knows
the darkness of winter
like a
       blind horse
knows the yawning barn,

waiting invisibly.
the darkness of winter
has all
       the time,
inside that carved box you
pick up,
            set down