Winter Time
from the loving Lord above
is cascading
through the corners
of this sphere
where the cold tickles
the feet of the earth.
Our tribe draws near
to the flickering
fire—fearfully made
which sends smoke
snaking through the chimney
up
up
up to the shimmering stars.
Bio: Mark Nenadov lives in Essex, Ontario, Canada with his lovely wife and their baby daughter. Mark's poems have appeared in publications such as Wilderness House Literary Review, WestWard Quarterly, Northern Cardinal Review, Northern Michigan University's The Lightkeeper, and Shot Glass Journal. See http://www.marknenadov.com for more details.
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