“Equinox” by Christina Murphy


storm-streaked evening
thunder playing drums;
train whistles
shiver in the night;
telephone poles in starlight
bracket silver horizons
and withering hillsides
pocked with shattered leaves;
cold is a silent dance
stark as a lonely heart beating;
whether honeyed spring
or honeyed midnight—
longing creates the flame
then transforms itself to ashes

Christina Murphy’s work has appeared in a range of journals and has twice been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and for the 2012 Best of the Net Anthology.