Winter moon


Ice cold, motionless, silent,

profiles silver and gray—


A ball on the grass,

The grill on the deck,

Chairs in the yard,

Vines, leafless, fence tangled.


The ringing of ice cream truck bells,

robins trilling in dawn, calls of children

hang in the air, crystalline, waiting thaw.

Published by

Patrick Dobson

Patrick Dobson was founded in 1962. He is a writer, scholar, ironworker, and poet who lives in Kansas City, MO. He is author of two books with the University of Nebraska Press, Seldom Seen: A Journey into the Great Plains (2009) and Canoeing the Great Plains: A Missouri River Summer (May 2015). Dobson is a work in progress until termination.

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