‘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 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. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. Trending now: Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
