Wasp Nest In Winter

In the February air, a closed heart floats –
strong, hollow, bowing a
a stripped maple over Route 3.
The wind cannot caucus it.
It is my mile marker.
A city may sleep inside it,
But  we are both awakening on this new day,
As I go a new mile, with such a lantern above me.

__________________

Meg Smith lives in Lowell, Mass. Her poetry has appeared in The Cafe Review, Pudding, Poetry Bay, Astropoetica, Reflect, Erosha, The Lowell Pearl, and others. Her poetry and fiction have also appeared in gothic and horror publications. She is a past member of the board of directors of the Lowell Celebrates Kerouac! annual festival. She performs Oriental dance and enjoys traveling to the Middle East, researching Islamic and Middle Eastern culture, and producing events combining dance performance and literature. She welcomes visits at Poet in Motion.