‘Winter Smoke’ and Other Poetry by Mary Kay Simmons The Society October 10, 2015 Beauty, Humor, Poetry Winter Smoke Winter smoke and little houses Drawing blinds against the dark The cold, the crying wind Against a stark White moon Winter smoke. Wispy phantoms Casting a ghostly veil Of patterned, ancient symbols Against a pale White moon Sweet-scented turf recalling Times more pleasingly mellow Winter smoke reaching the sky To touch a yellow Gold moon [divider][/divider] Audubon in Appalachia The stomach of a bird is small, In fact, it’s hardly there at all. To distinguish it from other stomachs (That is, of tiger or of dumb ox) We say: “This fledgling’s crop, his craw, Is sometimes also called his maw, Though maw is just a general word Meaning stomach, but a bird Is different. Kindly speak sans flaw A bird’s crop is his own craw’s maw”. © Mary Kay Simmons Mary Kay Simmons is a novelist who published 18 books. Featured Image: “Evening scene with full moon and person,” by Abraham Pether. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.