The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for January 2017
december
nothing
but the blade
awaits
the
sky
chasing the
late autumn
leaves
with icy rain
animals
bunkering
hunkering
finding their
way in
or being
run
out
with
fierce
possessiveness
birds huddled in
the barren
hearts
of bushes
repairs
prepare and
nothing but
the
blade
awaits