One Poem by Sean Mclain Brown (opens in new tab)

First Snow War has a shadow that lingers, like weather, like today, the cold crowded peaks and ferocious grasses in confusion. A profusion of frost and flowers searching, searching, their hearts fibrillating like a sparrow in a cat’s maw, and the earth, skin like granite, flecked by knots of new growth, stubborn, twisted grasses who whisper wicked, sinful things to the wind under the cataract clouds, carrying slender pearl flakes with wings. The old alfalfa stalks ripple tensely; they can […]...