Aubade

By Patty Dickson Pieczka

The dream melts slowly,

dripping from my arms as light

seeps its small betrayal,

cool as early March.

 

White thins from the spirit,

fragrance of wood-smoke fading.

Your voice becomes the sound

of wind brushing glass.

 

Still hanging on the hook

of night, a silver shawl sways

in the draft, as your touch

pours back into the dark.

 

My face outside the window,

my body on the bed, bare feet

feel the grain of wood,

ankle-deep in snowdrift.

 

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The author of the book Lacing Through Time (Bellowing Ark Press, 2011), and a chapbook, Word Paintings, (Snark Publishing, 2002), Patty Dickson Pieczka was the 2010 recipient of the Frances Locke Memorial Poetry Award and the 2012 Library of Poets Book Award from The Bitter Oleander, and was nominated for an Illinois Arts Council Award. Her second book, Painting the Egret’s Echo, will be published by The Bitter Oleander later this year. She graduated from the Creative Writing Program at Southern Illinois University. Writing contributions have appeared in more than 50 journals, including Bluestem, Blue Unicorn, Crab Orchard Review, Willow Review, Red Rock Review, California Quarterly, Green Hills Literary Lantern, and The Cape Rock. 


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