Bad Weather by Donna Hilbert

Bad Weather

I have been the fallen bird
waiting for the ride

that never came, walking
home in beating rain.

I have been the forlorn traveler,
familiar in the corridors

of waiting.
I have been the fallen bird

pulled out of grief’s bad weather,
caressed and held together,

spoon fed until I wished
to die, then live, again.

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Donna Hilbert’s latest book is Threnody, from Moon Tide Press. Earlier books include Gravity: New & Selected Poems, Tebot Bach, 2018. She is a monthly contributing writer to the on-line journal Verse-Virtual. Work has appeared in The Los Angeles Times, Braided Way, Chiron Review, Sheila-Na-Gig, Rattle, Zocalo Public Square, One Art, and numerous anthologies. Poems have been featured on The Writer’s Almanac and on Lyric Life. She writes and leads private workshops in Southern California, where she makes her home, and during residencies at Write On Door County. Learn more at www.donnahilbert.com