Hoarfrost

…The good life has hummed into daylight,

stoic after the long night’s black largo,

but not for long. The hoarfrost comes

like a floater in the gray-blue eye of death.

–Excerpt from “Hoarfrost” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (virtual artists collective, Chicago 2013). First published in Borderlines, New Poetry Appreciation.

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