November
J.M. Summers
So this is winter -
blunted, bereft of the
sharper edges the ice bound,
crisp morning would offer,
cruel in a way more subtle, studied.
Damp to the touch, chill, bearing
with it the faded memory of
the violence the waking only
faintly recalls, waiting on
the soft salve of falling snow
to cover the bruised ground.
J.M. Summers
J.M. Summers was born and still lives in South Wales. Previous publication credits include Another Country from Gomer Press and various magazines / anthologies. The former editor of a number of small press magazines, he is currently working on his first collection.