Spring Time, After Sunset
by Meg Smith
I bless the moon and every satellite
of metal and stone,
despite their indifference, and airless cold.
Splinters in the deep sky, brittled
by the sun's light, give breath to my bones,
threading and unthreading.
Every song I pray from the sidewalk,
goes up to the unfailing night.
© 2021 Meg Smith
Meg Smith is a poet, writer,
journalist, dancer and events
producer living in Lowell, Mass. Her poems have appeared in The
Cafe Review, Pudding, Poetry
Bay,The Horror Zine, Silver Blade, Raven Cage, The Blue Hour Anthology,
and many more.
Her most recent poetry books, Pretty
Green Thorns, Night's
Scarlet Dancing and Dear
Ghost, are available on Amazon. She welcomes visits to
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