The Promise of Song

By Gary Metras

This afternoon the first robins

stood in a circle of lawn

snow-hidden since October.

Their rapid, humid breath

melts more snow than

tonight’s frigid moon

could freeze. Next week

birdsong will fill the valley.

But now someone walks

the still white field,

his heavy boots crunch

the snow with February’s

only song, moonglow on

his shoulders like epaulets,

like winter’s ghostly uniform

that all must wear a little longer.

 

 

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Gary Metras has had poems in America, Gray’s Sporting Journal, Poetry, and Poetry Salzburg Review. His most recent book is The Moon in the Pool (Presa Press 2015). He is the editor and letterpress printer of Adastra Press.


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