Note from the Editors

 

   SEEING RED 

    ENDU(RED) ADMI(RED)
    DESI(RED) WONDE(RED)
    RUMO(RED) ADO(RED)
    ENAMO(RED) INSPI(RED)
    DISCOVE(RED) SAC(RED)
    HUNGE(RED) WONDE(RED)
    EXPLO(RED) FEATU(RED)
    AUTHO(RED) SEA(RED)
    DA(RED) UNCENSO(RED)
    SOA(RED) ADVENTU(RED)

 

 

    


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Wind Harvest


Summer’s soft greenery
is gone gray and sere,
bare and brown.
Milkweed pods rattle, empty,
white down flown,
weeks ago.
Taken by the wind harvest,
the dry harvest—
winter with its sharp edge.

The seed time:
ash and maple fly,
brittle-winged angels,
‘til all is down
to branch and bark
all is shriveled, weightless
wind-shriven, blessed
blameless.

 

 


Dawn Paul
’s poems have been published in anthologies, performed with the Kelley Donovan Dance Company, and on the YouTube literary journal Shape of a Box.  She currently teaches at Montserrat College of Art and is part of the Improbable Places Poetry Tour.

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