A Poem for January



Listen to this poem here

In Winter

January’s sun is
snared, bled of color,
in black hackberry
branches, alive
with robin wings.

In summer
so solitary,
they now flock
to feast on
raisined fruits,

darker than their
rust-red bellies
or the lean fox
the pasture’s edge.



From Flesh Becomes Word, published by Dos Madres Press, 2013

Poems by Brian Volck and illustrated by John Volck

See my brother’s work at johnvolckart.blogspot.com