Robbie Gamble
Flurry
It’s difficult for snow
to be beautiful in March.
But yes this morning
salient and silent
blanketing over
recent roadside
crusts and smears.
Yet how dreary
the inevitable
relapse of umber,
the mud-sucked
embankments, the runoff.
My brother is dying. How
I’ve longed for a crocus.
Back to Issue XV…
Rachel Becker’s poetry recently appears or is forthcoming in journals including North American Review, Post Road, Rust + Moth, West Trade Review, Wild Roof, Crab Orchard Review, and RHINO. She holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Lesley University and is a poetry editor for Porcupine Literary: a journal by and for teachers. She lives in Boston.
