Our trees’ bare twigs and branches,
Yesterday bearing the dust of a bitter harvest,
Costs rising, prices depressed,
Today borne down all around us
By the ice of our last storm,
Each crystal brightened by this morning’s
Rising sun, glistening across the blue sky,
Too soon to melt away, drip like rain,
The shining sight slipping slowly back
January 17, 2017
Charles Peek blogs, writes, and protests from Kearney, Nebraska. His Breezes on the Way to Being Winds won the 2016 Nebraska Award for Poetry. Together with his wife, Nancy, he spends a good deal of time trying to stop the Keystone XL Pipeline form ruining Nebraska’s land, water, and culture.
Guest Editor Roy J. Beckemeyer is from Wichita, Kansas. He was President of the Kansas Authors Club 2016-2017. His latest book of poetry, Stage Whispers (Meadowlark-Books, 2019), contains “…handsomely crafted poems…Dense with images, intimate and honest…” (Kathryn Kysar). His chapbook, Amanuensis Angel (Spartan Press, 2018) comprises ekphrastic poems inspired by a variety of artists’ depictions of angels. His first poetry collection, Music I Once Could Dance To (Coal City Press, 2014), was a 2015 Kansas Notable Book. He recently co-edited Kansas Time+Place: An Anthology of Heartland Poetry (Little Balkans Press, 2017) with Caryn Mirriam Goldberg. That anthology collected poems that appeared on this website from 2014-2016.
2 thoughts on “MLK, Jr. Day 2017—the Day After by Charles Peek”
Charles, weather and mood so glum this season, captured in your poem. Looking forward to Red Cloud. Lyn
Yes, Lyn, see you in RC!