of my end, gown sterile
as a field of alabaster lilies.
Summer arrived, traced your name
by the sea on shifting sand,
blue water scattering the sun's
glitter. Fall, leaves a kaleidoscope
of bronze, sienna, and honey.
Fall shook the fields, stripped
thinning willows of what remained.
Winter came, unforgiving: ice storm
in the desert, glass dagger dangling
from rotted eaves, final
ember of a dying fire,
isolated,
no warmth from another.
Author Bio:
Janna Vought received her MFA from Lindenwood University in Saint Charles, Missouri, is an AWP Intro Journal's Nominee in Poetry for 2013, and has published in multiple genres.