Postcard to Marianne Moore
after Joseph Stroud
Night has eaten even the silhouettes
of the evergreens so that the absolute sheen
of black is the only precision—
no stars to liken to shattered pearls scattering
nor church towers crying out meticulously,
only wind, that bitter diamond that cuts through everything.
Header photo by Joshua Woroniecki, courtesy Pixabay. Photo of Jodi Miller-Hunter by Zan Agzigian.