Poetry Porch: Poetry


Fire in winter
By Marge Piercy

Outside winter slams against
the windows, ice crystals
pricking whatever dares go out.

The wind pulls at the cedar
shingles, pushes at the roof,
tears branches loose and sends

them as missiles through grey
air. But inside its summer
were making, a radiant June

day in our bed. Your chest
almost scalds me with sun
and your arms are balmy.

We make our own season: with
the friction of happy bodies,
the weather is warm indeed.

Copyright © 2015 by Marge Piercy.