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Dawn

came blundering in today

through rain-battered sills,

shutters banging in the violet night,

and the fists of half-closed clouds

pounding the windows . . .

–Excerpt from “Dawn” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016). First published in Stride Magazine.

Blackbird

The hills have buried the day

in this nondescript dawn. Stillness muffles

even the language of sparrows in the hedge.

The paving stones are damp with dew,

and ivy shakes on the wooden fence.

Blackbird, where is your song?

–Excerpt from “Blackbird” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016). First published in Wichita Falls Literary and Arts Review.

In winter, dawn

…And we,

recalling days and decades

when we’d have been up for hours

shoveling snow, driving sideways

down the street, slowing

but not stopping for red lights

in the frozen foggery of waking….

–excerpt from “In winter, dawn” from Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective, Chicago, 2013). First published in New Poetry Appreciation.

In winter,dawn

is the best time for thinking

and watching the sad strings of lights

blink blue on the snow, the hills

a darker shade of grey than sky…

–Excerpt from “In winter, dawn” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective, Chicago, 2013). First published in New Poetry Appreciation).

The First Day of Spring

…Light! the pearl

has eaten the oyster.

The earth smells of old apples

and of things dead or a long time dying.

–Excerpt from “The First Day of Spring” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani(virtual artists collective, Chicago 2013). First published in Bluestem.

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.