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 / Kocot

from Whether it says, you’re sick, go to the doctor / by Noelle Kocot

 

 

It was austere in its way, like dandelions.

Unlike dandelions, it bled furies.

Like dandelions, it shed everything.