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Crossing Kansas

I-70 through Rolling Hills Refuge

This refuge in the middle
of all this monochrome
stretch of fields,

this eruption—
these hills, interrupting
the sweep of the horizon,

this snow that catches
the slant of winter sun,
paints each contour

on fugitive eyes, chased
by clocks, without time,
without choice, but

follow the snow
that follows the fences,
blows into bluffs that shadow

valleys of their own.

Gary S. Rosin’s poetry and haiga have appeared, or are forthcoming, in various literary and poetry magazines and anthologies, including Concho River Review, Faery Footprints (Fae Corp Publishing), KYSO Flash, MacQueen’s Quinterly, Poetry24, Texas Poetry Calendar, and Visions International. Two of his ekphrastic poems appear in Silent Waters, photographs by George Digalakis (2018). He has two chapbooks, Standing Inside the Web (Bear House Publishing 1990), and Fire and Shadows (Legal Studies Forum 2008) (offprint). His poem “Viewing the Dead” was nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Selections of his poetry and photography can be found on his web-site, 4P Creations.


  1. LaRry kelly

    “Follow the snow “ got me Fabulous ending to a good poem.

    • Gary Rosin

      Thanks. It was bit frustrating. I would have pulled over to take some photos, but me son and I were were convoying, and wanted to be at the next stop before too long after dark.

  2. Deborah

    Hello Gary,
    This was lovely. Your tone of reading matched the landscape which I enjoyed very much. I felt like I was there! Great picture too. I read you moon shiver poem also. Really nice. I enjoyed writing poems and haiku when I was younger. I still enjoy writing short stories. Not sure why I stopped writing poems. You have inspired me to start back up again. Lee Ann is a good writer of song lyrics and poems. You could reach out to her. She would enjoy your writing very much. The poem you wrote about relationship between man and women. Was that about your Mom and Dad? That was so beautiful and it brought back all these wonderful visual memories of them. I always knew that Uncle Al loved Aunt Pat so much. She would have a twinkle in her eye when he would flirt with her. So sweet! Deb


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