Laurie Aeta Pollack

 Winter 2001

Stream Pebbles




How we spun
on the merry go round
falling on the sand
after playground dizziness
turned the world on its side


Winter Come
Soft gray skies of coming winter
with muted light that sings of dreams
that chant a spell to banish
the heat that leaves earth worn and dull
that calls the biting snow energy
that drives away relentless summer blue
winter return and send away the too-bright sun.

In the Garden
One boy
And his primary torch:
First grader puts pinecone on unsuspecting teacher's porch
Runs away after completing his mission:
his gift replaces the apple's older tradition

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