Silent Poetry Reading

As brough to my attention by Amandamonkey, The Midwinter Silent Poetry Reading.

V's contribution.....

In Fear of Harvests
by James Wright

It has happened
Before: nearby,
The nostrils of slow horses
Breathe evenly,
And the brown bees drag their high garlands,
Heavily,
Toward hives of snow.


And my own choice as it is suppossed to get colder this week and I am suppossed to be sleeping any minute now...

Winter Trees
By William Carlos Williams

All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the disattiring are completed!
A liquid moon
moves gently among
the long braches.
Thus having prepared their buds
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold.


Goodnight everyone...