Near Year’s End

Posted by:
Susan Rooke
May 16, 2017

This poem appeared in Texas Poetry Calendar 2014 (Dos Gatos Press) and was nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Its latest appearance is in the 2018 Texas Poetry Calendar, the last from Dos Gatos Press:
Near Year’s End

In these burnt candlewicks
of days, the dry north wind
blows the scent of cold fires.

The cindered sky lets fall
no water. Through the night
hours we huddle, listening.

Coyotes like dark surf
surge through the yard,
babbling of stars and smoke.

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