No snow all season,
just relentless
rain and longing for
something bracing to hold
us up in the face of
everything. Every day
rain paints sidewalks dark gray,
circles drains, deadens
the gaze. This is the lost
winter of a disappeared
year, but how to even dare say
lost when so many
are gone and we remain?
Elizabeth L. Merrick lives in Somerville, Massachusetts. She and poetry have stayed together through thick and thin. She loves poetry that sees deeply into everyday moments, and that is her fondest aspiration for her own writing. Elizabeth is also a clinical social worker and health researcher.