Love Recycles

a drive through Connecticut in the winter.

                Room to Rest

 

                Clumps of frozen mud,
                like tiny mountains edging
                the motel’s parking lot,
                steel against the winter dusk.

                A gold band lies in dust beside
                a blanched carnation under
                the bed. Vestal waters, attest to
                lovemaking on the cotton sheets.
                
                Westward
                
                The sun nestles under Earth’s frosted
                mantle as pine tree ghosts crawl over
                the creamy vista.

                Beyond, ice fields, a sterling bridge binds two
                powdered banks spanning a paralyzed river.
                
                There
                
                Giant stumps against the sky like
                Skyscrapers in the valley,

                plenty of room for all,
                even crystal forests drooping like rain.
    
 

Reviews

[Chad Halle]

i enjoy this, it's suggestive and sexual but not over the top. it's simple, dreamy, and descriptive...all great qualities of a great poem.