November 21st · Richard Luftig

Cold today.
   Grass still
Wet. An old push-

Mower rests,
   Rusts, near
A weed-strewn

Shed. Clouds collide
   In a wary
Sky. Sun low,

Hidden, behind
   Long pines
And cedars

That line the wind-
   Break side
Of these fields.

Cold today.
   Sometimes
I wish winter

Would tell us
   What it really
Intends when it takes

The faint pulse
   Of these bare-
Shouldered trees.


Richard Luftig's poems and stories have appeared in numerous literary journals in the United States and internationally in Canada, Australia, Europe, and Asia. His latest book of poems will be forthcoming from Unsolicited Press in 2019. You can read more at Richard Luftig