Orchard Frost
Our hot breath plumed wet clouds
of snowstorms in your converted
pigsty on cold black nights—Frosted grounds of the orchard echoed
our joy and the deer stood still.Quilts trapped the warmth of our flesh
as I read Whitman into your
eyes pressing a finger againstflushed lips advancing a
kiss by the fire.
Orchard Frost by Ryan Norman | Poetry Reed Diffuser Set
$15.00Price
Ryan Norman is an award nominated poet from the Catskills in New York. His work often incorporates the setting of the mountains and river, and interprets it through imagery and language that evokes the nature of the landscape. You can find his poetry collections Cicada Song and I Always Wanted to Be a Bond Girl wherever books are sold.
