I’m taking down Christmas lights though it snowed all morning. The tree will soon rouse dormant buds though last year’s elliptic apples cling, red gizzards of the winter’s carving. This is how these days are— the both, the yes but, this and the thaw and the grass’s rusted blade the news and the poem the apples and the mouths
Jennifer Bowering Delisle
Jennifer Bowering Delisle is the author of Deriving and The Bosun Chair. She is on the board of NeWest Press and frequently teaches creative writing. She lives in Edmonton/Amiskwaciwâskahikan on Treaty 6.