Status Updates From The Gods of Winter

"All afternoon my brothers and I have worked in the orchard, / Digging this hole, laying you into it, carefully packing the soil. / Rain blackened the horizon, but cold winds kept it over the Pacific, / And the sky above us stayed the dull gray / Of an old year coming to an end."

From "Planting A Sequoia"

Beautiful

"My Confessional Sestina" was laugh out loud funny, but perhaps only for someone who has been through a poetry workshop or completed an MFA