Winters coaxed this sandspit
From shore and outgoing tides,
In radiant disarray, have returned
Land to the harbor by at least a half,
Leaving mud flats adorned with
Alluvial fans, hump-backed inlets
And high-stepping birds that seem
Content to forage – with wings in
Pockets – far from water. Trees
Bereft of bark border the dusky
Rubble of cottages sleeping in
Disrepair, the throw of porch
Lights leaking across lawns and
Glazing loose planks of pier,
While ice wades out from snow-
Dusted bramble into the scum
Gleam of marsh, stretching further
And further from shore before
Giving way to a confluence of
Currents and the outflow of pewter-
gray water. How very different
Then a time when wrinkled heat
Dazzled and hives of odor weighed
Upon the air and each day seemed
An act of indulgence. Now, moored
In late October’s amber, all of life’s
Been pared down from a glut of
Rapture into something austere and
Newly settled, frosted with salt spray
And tiny fragments of truant light.
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A native of Connecticut, John’s professional career has been dedicated to environmental stewardship and conservation. In the Lilac Hour, his first volume of poems, was published in fall 2020 by Antrim House and is available on Amazon. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in numerous literary journals, including River Heron, Euonia, Sheepshead, Moria, Willawaw, Writers Shed, and The French Literary Review. He is also a two-time nominee for the 2021 Pushcart Prize.
John and his wife, Debra, live on the Connecticut shoreline and they enjoy travel, kayaking, and spending time with friends and family. John has a life-long passion for art, music, and all things chocolate.
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