November Song
Praise gray skies, wet yellow
leaves fall to red edge. I wonder
why dark winter moves voices
to fear every day, every night
of the dead. How hard we try
to cover fear with wrong things—
hot meat gravy, a fat gold watch,
words of wool, light cheer.
November song, empty me out
to cloth without paint, barest
branches, a cup without wine.
Move me to snow on evergreen pine.
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Meditation in Winter
I draw an angel halo on paper,
believing only in paper
not the gold shape itself.
I light candles with a red-hot match.
I sing a bitter song or sweet,
peel apples into butter and taste the past.
I write faint words, wash a dish.
Enter crying darkness coming at last.
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Julia Caroline Knowlton is Professor of French at Agnes Scott College in Atlanta and incoming President of the Georgia Poetry Society. She has an MFA in poetry from Antioch University and a PhD in French Literature from UNC-Chapel Hill. The author of four books and an Academy of American Poets prize winner, she was named a Georgia Author of the Year for her 2018 chapbook, The Café of Unintelligible Desire (Alice Greene & Co.). Her second chapbook, Poem at the Edge of the World, will be published by Alice Greene & Co. in 2022. Julia regularly publishes in journals including One Art, Roanoke Review, and Boston Literary Review.
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