Bio Note: Born in the midst of Covid, my book, Winter at a Summer House recently had its two-year birthday. When I saw the theme of "Winter Wanderland" for this issue, I thought the book's title poem would be a perfect match, offering us a way to both celebrate and express gratitude to all the support and encouragement received from Verse-Virtual and fellow poets and poetry lovers.
Winter at a Summer House
The walls shrink close, the pipes heave a last shudder, and snow seals the hush. Ghosts huddle under blankets, shivering through long nights to the tap, tap, tap of a loose shutter. When a floorboard groans at an unexpected touch of light, they fling off their covers and roam the house, waking up others dozing under eaves, in closets. They slip outside to the jetty where one of them hovers on the point, then dives, and they cheer, their silvery cries soaring as she rises and plummets on the swells of the white winter sea.
©2023 Mary Beth Hines
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