SPECIAL 75th ANNIVERSARY AWARD:

ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF ANOTHER WINTER

Tongue-tied with suet and peanut
butter, a quartet of nuthatches nimble
as eighth notes commune at the feeder.

Owl calls my secret name as dusk
raps his chapped knuckles
on the kitchen window.

Dog and I allow him in unshaven,
his face creased deeply
as an ancient blueprint.

A mirage of deer disappears
toward the pond while snow brushes
layers of white over lashes

of the pine bough. Tranquility
lands, light as a moth. I invite
it in for a snifter of brandy

and like the moon, learn
to harmonize with darkness.

Shelly Reed Thieman
West Des Moines

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