Three Short Poems
On warm fronts, conflict, & winter
“The Warm Front”
A dirty, cloudy night turns into morning. Morning reveals a sickly, sepia sky. A cold front lumbered through this way a week ago. A wicked sort of weather is approaching now.
“Thorn & Shout”
The Queen, my queen— Queen of the South— Inspires our love And a triumph’s shout. The King, my king— King of the North— Sits on a throne Of thistle and thorn.
“Damned Winter”
The Winter was too warm. The season was too short. The rain was rare- ly ice. The blanket spread too thin. The seeds made sprouts too soon. Tree blossom flow- ers froze. The earth was not quite cold Enough to rest the World.
These poems previously appeared in Fevers of the Mind, Black History & More, Creativity, and in my debut poetry book, Apocalypse Dance.