It was shining misty in my eyes as I drove to Placerville. Under its auspices we read poems on “Bring back the light, winter’s solstice 2021.” By the time I got home it was lost in fog. Here’s a poem from three decades ago.
Cold Moon for a Carol
Cold Moon for a Carol
This dark of the morning
before birds, dawn gathers
in the twigs of winter-brittle oaks
and brown blown leaves,
the dredged rock of walls.
And at some lit cabin window
someone’s up early, singing
out of tune, a carol that tastes
like warmed-over coffee
to the tongue
that still craves it,
that jolt
of hope against hope,
and can’t help singing.
~ Taylor Graham
first appeared in The Widener Review
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