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the morning sun discovers a strange landscape:
glossy agates of ice, minute mountain peaks,
wet shatters, faery-frosted blades of grass,
a broken photograph behind a curtain of cold,
moss that crunches as it crumples underfoot,
the gnawed remnants of cracked acorns.
all things are frozen in time.
returning light warms us,
evokes the liquid heart:

Carole Anzovin is an American poet and stay-at-home parent in Western Massachusetts. With a BA in English from Smith College and a deep appreciation for all things seasonal, she infuses her poems with natural details from the gardens, woods, and farms of her beloved home. Her poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in the journals Gyroscope Review, Impossible Archetype, Corvid Queen, and borrowed solace.


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