Glass Poetry Press

Volume Four Issue One

Heather Derr-Smith

Three Wolves, December Storm, Boundary Waters

The first is the watcher, Eyes, the colored fringe Around the image of a star. Beside him, two ecliptic lovers asleep under the balsam's heavy silence, Burden of night storms on the boughs. Morning light rises in mist From their bodies, curled In the deep, glittering banks. Radiance exhaled with every breath, Nova increasing its brightness.