In this week’s poem, Mike Bove reflects on the things we sometimes talk about when we talk about winter – cold, darkness, precarity, even death. I love how this poem recognizes and holds our winter ...
4. Metallic black Starling Sturnes Vulgaris) The glossy purple glints dip in and out brown tail feathers body of white wing feathers roosting in the old English Oak again. Untidy nests, grass, wool, ...