By M.J. Iuppa
Sudden brush of sun, brash streaks of
light gleaming as snowdrifts sink deeper
and deeper into our road’s rushing run-
off, making it impossible to walk with-
out uncertainty— the depths of its head-
waters, its chilly music that spins us
in icy attitudes— O, how we fly—
open coats, lost hats, arms unlocking
like mute swans’ wings— billowy cloud
constellations— we sail beyond light.
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M.J. Iuppa lives on Red Rooster Farm near the shores of Lake Ontario. Most recent poems, lyric essays and fictions have appeared in the following journals: Poppy Road Review Black Poppy Review,Digging to the Roots, 2015 Calendar, Ealain, Poetry Pacific Review, Grey Sparrow Press: Snow Jewel Anthology, 100 Word Story, Avocet, Eunoia Review, Festival Writer, Silver Birch Press: Where I Live Anthology,Turtle Island Quarterly, Wild Quarterly, Boyne Berries Magazine (Ireland), The Lake, (U.K.), Punchnel’s; forthcoming in Camroc Review, Tar River Poetry, Corvus Review, Clementine Poetry, Postcard Poetry & Prose, among others. She is the Writer-in-Residence and Director of the Visual and Performing Arts Minor Program at St. John Fisher College. You can follow her musings on art, writing and sustainability on mjiuppa.blogspot.