Black frost will break the trees
before I’m done howling,
lichen will cover the earth
before I stop snarling,
cobwebs will blot out the sky
before I pry open my mouth,
and swallow this bitter crow
you insist on serving.
© Nancy Botta, 2018
Black frost will break the trees
before I’m done howling,
lichen will cover the earth
before I stop snarling,
cobwebs will blot out the sky
before I pry open my mouth,
and swallow this bitter crow
you insist on serving.
© Nancy Botta, 2018
Rusted Honey 
There’s a very powerful feeling of determination in this poem. It’s as though I can hear the raised voice and stern force with which it is delivered.
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