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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