THE SKATER

She bends over low,
quiet in the night
The full moon
lighting snow
and shadows,
And ties with strong bows
Against the smell
of wood smoke
from cinders
in a circle
of summer stones,
Ice Skates Handed Down.

Links To Middle Poems

Index Of Finished Middle Poems
To The Painter
The Tutor
A Sonnet To Gary
Root Shame
Art
Tony
The Ride Home