Tag Archives: Four Seasons

Ray DiPalma, “Sequel #17”

 

SEQUEL #17

The monkey’s monkey
wears the monkey’s mask
to greet the storm

Mist under the trees
snakes move among
the fallen peaches

A young hawk squats
on the broken gate
tangled in the hedge

Clouding the darkness
snow returns to the tombs
where the mud thickens

Juncos and finches share
the collapsed chimney
lacquered with ice

 

—Ray DiPalma

from Fieralingue’s Four Seasons, Spring issue:

Spring
Summer
Autumn
Winter

 


 

Camille Martin
http://www.camillemartin.ca

Larissa Shmailo, “Jamas Volveré”

 

Jamas Volveré

        To touch the sidereal limits with the hands—Otero

Gone are the stars that are not the sun
that punctuate heights no longer heights,
heights become space. Things I will never know
with my proximity senses are gone, all gone:
I will never hear a star upon this Earth,
but I feel the warm gusts your wings stir up.
If, in the daytime, I were to leave bread and fruit for you,
you might come again. I am not so different from
the mangrove swamp where you play.

 

—Larissa Shmailo
from Fieralingue’s Four Seasons, Spring issue

Spring
Summer
Autumn
Winter

 


 

Camille Martin
http://www.camillemartin.ca