A harsh welcome for the unsuspecting dawn.
precursor of snow. The hint of death
we’ve all been waiting for. The moon
dusts the earth with the seductive breath of illusion….
–Excerpt from “Hoarfrost” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective, 2014). First published in Borderlines. Chinese translation in New Poetry Appreciation.