…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.