
Deep in a forest the world is quiet and dead; newborn icicles. © Nancy Botta, 2020
Deep in a forest the world is quiet and dead; newborn icicles. © Nancy Botta, 2020
Cool splashing water
rinses off bruised apricots;
finally, the sun.
©Nancy Botta, 2020
The fog drifts around
formless and weeping all day;
June is drunk again.
© Nancy Botta, 2020
A little black bird
frozen under dirty snow—
mom forgets my face.
© Nancy Botta, 2019
Smudge of waxen light
wavers behind endless clouds;
her wet cough returns.
© Nancy Botta, 2019