Once only I use this word –
as winter white cedes
its clutch on deepest cold
to end-of-day, sun down
low with bare trees
that hold up clouds.

Tricia Knoll lives in the woods of Vermont. When friends say I couldn’t live where it’s so cold, she says you miss the white sun on snow and icicle-glint. Her new book Let’s Hear It for the Horses is now out and about in the world as are the horses down the road in their blankets.

Living on the unceded land of the Abenaki people. 

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