Stubborn leaves bristle branches
in a whickering wind; frost
has finished off apples in the grass –
it’s cold enough to light a fire.
From the heart of steely winter silence,
something hard taps on glass.
I check windows, see only winter sky
where black bones of twigs scrape at emptiness.
Kneeling on the floor with kindling and matches,
I rustle newspaper, scrunch it into balls,
hear a papery echo and a volley of raps,
and I’m face to face with the source of the taps:
behind the burner door, piercing my reflection,
two shiny black eyes of a feathered visitation.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics: Leave the Porch Light On!
Lillian, our host this Tuesday, reminds us that November, December and January are holiday months in many places across the globe, when people visit friends and family, which got her thinking about visits and visitors.
On this first December Tuesday, Lillian would like us to write a post that includes the word visit or a form of the word in the body of our poems: haiku, tanka, haibun, prose poem, sonnet, limerick, recipe or list poem, letter poem – any form we choose.