the archives of f/k/a . . .

If I get nothing else done today (always a possibility),

I want to post a few poems from Rebecca Lilly’s award-

winning Shadwell Hills collection:

 

 

Grey winter dawn–

her kitchen’s bare bulb shines

on a mug of weak tea

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sting of the wind–

icy evergreen needles

glinting in winter sunset

 

 

 

 

 

 

Winter moon–

the lost dog flyer

blows from the telephone pole

 

 

 

Rebecca Lilly - Shadwell Hills (Birch Brook Press, 2002)  

 

 

fogged window -

too cold

meets too hot

 

              dagosan