Clyde Kessler

Clyde Kessler‘s poems have been published in magazines such as Coal Hill Review, Sugar Mule, Wazee, and Barnwood. He lives in Radford, VA with his wife Kendall and their son Alan.

Redbird

Winter will not scar my name.
It hides farmland in a snowflake,
flattens the wheat stubble, owns
this slowest path of words until

the redbird along the creek sings
frozen moonlight way after sunrise.
It is somehow the mind falling home.
It is almost seven willows nudging
heat from nowhere.

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