by Joan McNerney
The morning mist roams
back and forth like a
voiceless wanderer.
More startling than
that windowpane red with sun
are your ice blue eyes.
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Deep winterset night.
Sleepless stars glide through the sky
in aerial ballet.
Even Goya’s portraits
are less intriguing than faces
of frost on my window.
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A snowflake
falls in my surprised eyes
…all is black.
In our frail world
even meteors, the eyes of heaven,
fall like dust from God’s hands.
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So fun to see the world through the fresh eyes of this outstanding poet. Every poem she writes leaves me thinking, I wish I had written that.
Joan makes sense of the world.