Phantoms of the First Frost
Wind ferried the cold
night in as you covered
things that would other-
wise die by morning,
fighting specter
with specter. Bird
of paradise, star
jasmine. Crib
sheets cover
the raised beds
now, curling
the weak fists
of their worn
corners around
the bodies of dirt,
tucking in wild shoots
and leaves’ mad
flapping.… Read the rest