Winter Poems: 3

Haley Wooning

moon-wretched willow, tell me I am here
each dawn, the world seems to
empty itself of me

do I recognize
any longer
the still, silent heart of stones? once,
my dreams were kinder

swaddled in witch-cloth, my wings
over earth like all things possible
but grief displaced me and
rose instead



Haley Wooning lives in California where she writes poetry. She has one book, Mothmouth, published by Spuyten Duyvil.