Dec 29, 2022 | Gus Stevens, Terza Rima, Winter
Winter makes wonder which summer will wake me last before I under? Grey will rain outlast this stink, sink, sourful mood when wince-wind will past. And I blood, burn, brood— what was said and wished unsaid— fat, fresh, fill from food. Pull the push loose thread; pluck...
Dec 10, 2020 | Aging, Commissioned, Grief, Gus Stevens, Irregular Rhyme, Mom, Winter
She appears in the glass like a watermark and her image in the window tells the score. Her eyes, reflected, look blinkered, tired, sore as she scrapes the dishes clean. Inside: herself. Outside: the dark, and this old face between. It seemed just weeks...
Nov 23, 2018 | Gus Stevens, Humor, Rhymed Couplets, Winter
This dull and wintry day is still a weeping grey. But with the turning of a dial perhaps I’ll force a smile by conjuring the warmth of June against this gloomy afternoon. Like a bored cat, I linger. I boil water with my finger. Yet, despite this warlock power, I...
Dec 14, 2016 | Advent, Rusten Walter Harris, Winter
Is it winter? The trees are waiting to be clothed Arms and branches lifted up to the heavens Staves – ragged upright wooden bones Sup life with a little soil – frozen Limbs clenched through the wind Some lose weight and watch their friends Keep warm...
Dec 11, 2016 | Advent, Gus Stevens, Sonnet, Victorian Sonnet, Winter
There were a hundred years of snow before the human children came. Years of frost and chain and shadow when nights were long and only flame could keep away the grasping cold. The creatures hoped; but then the boy traded their hopes for promised gold and forfeit life...
Dec 2, 2016 | Advent, Rusten Walter Harris, Unrhymed Other, Winter
Behold in liturgical time Both natural and ecclesial The bowing of the trees The lifting of the hands The giving of the leaves The enacting of nativity The gowning of the ground in white The singing of the old hymns The fasting of the daylight The reciting of ancient...
