February 2022
Bio Note: Some say there are no seasons in Southern California, but clearly there are. However, one needs to rise early to catch the nuance of change. This poem is from my new collection, Threnody, from Moon Tide Press.
Walk in Winter
My dog and I stop to watch as one by one, a heron brings twigs washed up on shore to spindly palms that line the beach-side streets. It’s early winter, but Heron doesn’t seem to know, or mind, that rain and wind will follow bringing weather far less kind. To what will come, my sweet old dog is also blind. O, for the peace of dogs who know nothing of winter and letting go.
Originally published in Sheila-Na-Gig
©2022 Donna Hilbert
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