Bones of the trees
are showing now,
the terrible light.
Darkness is all
the cold holds, which
shivers out of sight.
The wind carries
on with sadness,
yet leaves no promise.
We hope for more
at summer’s end.
All we have is this.
by Tom Montag
Tom Montag is most recently the author of In This Place: Selected Poems 1982-2013. He is a contributing writer at Verse-Virtual and in 2015 was the featured poet at Atticus Review (April) and Contemporary American Voices (August). Other poems are found at Hamilton Stone Review, The Homestead Review, Little Patuxent Review, Mud Season Review, Poetry Quarterly, Provo Canyon Review, Third Wednesday, and elsewhere.
