DPF / York

For bears moving slowly, from The Best American Poetry, 2014. Thank you, Rachel! More on the poet, here:
http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poet/jake-adam-york.

from Calendar Days / by Jake Adam York (1972-2012)

                   Tomorrow’s
my birthday day in another month, a twelfth
of a reminder of something I can’t remember,
though they say I was there.

DPF / Wrenn

For Monday, which is not at all exactly like detainment, but something about it comes to mind. This one’s from The Best American Poetry, 2014, Guest Edited by Terrance Hayes, Series Editor David Lehman.

from Detainment / by Greg Wrenn, b. 1979

To break me down, at first one of them kept
tapping on my nose and whispering lyrics,
access codes, rapid sequences of Greek letters
and English surnames.

DPF / Jessica Goodfellow

One more sky. From Thrush Poetry Journal, May 2014. A beautiful poem chosen by Helen Vitoria, editor. Complete poem (and two others by Ms. Goodfellow) here:
http://www.thrushpoetryjournal.com/may-2014-jessica-goodfellow.html

from Hover / by Goodfellow

Hover, canopy, the endless falling snow a shroud

DPF / Greger

Brothers and sisters. And, snow.

from Wind Wrapped in Snow / by Debora Greger

    Snowflake, you’re out
with no coat. Listen. Stand still.
    No one is calling
across a world half-buried in snow,
     Come back, you hear me,
Come back this instant, you forgot

DPF / Merrill

from The Book of Ephraim / by James Merrill

Yet even the most fragmentary message —
Twice as entertaining, twice as wise
As either of its mediums — enthralled them.

DPF / Blanco

From one of the snowbirds — as a child, I spent more than a few snowy, Ohio days on the beaches of Florida, building castles to the tune of cheerful (or so it seemed) grandparents, parents, tourists.

from Looking for the Gulf Motel / by Richard Blanco

I want to find The Gulf Motel exactly as it was
and pretend for a moment, nothing lost is lost.

DPF / Justice

An extra one today, for the rain. The poem that carried me to Florida.

from Bus Stop / by Donald Justice

And the last bus
Comes letting dark
Umbrellas out —
Black flowers, black flowers.