Graffiti in the fresh
snow concealing a stone
wall. A window
that opens both ways—
from the top and
from the bottom.
The squirrel electrocuted
by a power line.
The lights that go out
temporarily. A freshly lit
match and a beeswax candle.
The ever so slightly
sweet honey scent
of your sweat
that lingers
after you’ve left the cabin.
Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 