Not Yet Snow
by Kersten Christianson
First the hoarfrost
then the arrival:
Trumpeter swans.
And when I walk
the beaten path
through the estuary,
my arms sporting
gooseflesh, my boots
trailing a wake of fallen
alder leaves, I search
the sky for its flurry
of wings & words.
then the arrival:
Trumpeter swans.
And when I walk
the beaten path
through the estuary,
my arms sporting
gooseflesh, my boots
trailing a wake of fallen
alder leaves, I search
the sky for its flurry
of wings & words.
Kersten Christianson is a raven-watching, moon-gazing Alaskan. She has authored two books of poetry — What Caught Raven’s Eye and Something Yet to Be Named.