Bio Note: "To a Warbler" was the last poem I wrote before Covid-19 swallowed us up. It goes back to a warm February day just over a year ago. I was sitting with my windows open, listening to the music of a bird outside, thinking "You should be down south!" I was worried about climate change. Now, after a full year of pandemic, I am reminded of it all over again with soaring February temperatures and warblers out in droves celebrating the disappearance of winter in our part of the world. Where I live there is no end in sight to the Covid-related lockdowns and restrictions. But it's another beautiful, sunny day today. My second collection, Still Life with City, will be out this year with Pski's Porch.
To a Warbler
It’s mid-February. You should be down south chasing a warm front along the Ionian coast, not perched outside my half-cracked window where a scut of snow fluffed your nest a dusting of years ago. Now, how best explain winter to my daughter? Once [upon] there was a time so cold you’d see your breath blown glass around your mouth. Math-eaten, climate-singed, the change came quick. In the still small span of a few lifted lifelines— dour warnings bedamned—our tempest tossed, its leafless trust trussed to the wings of a hymnal, taxidermied, back-taxed to the be-yonder. O bluet-breasted, hexed & double-crossed your swansong’s bygone beauty breathless, hair’s breadth to lost.
Originally published in Rust+Moth Summer 2020
©2021 Marc Alan di Martino
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