Trees lift into the mist,
lift above the splatter of snow,
that slash of white horizon. The woods
are quiet, the sky is snow, the sky
sifts through thin limbs. Some god
has slung the moon down, splashing
viscid light across it all.
No one is coming for you. No one.
Ed Madden is a professor of English and director of Women’s and Gender Studies at the University of South Carolina. He is the author of four books of poetry, most recently Ark, a memoir in poetry about his father’s last months in home hospice care. His work has appeared in Crazyhorse, Prairie Schooner, Poetry Ireland Review, and elsewhere. In 2015 he was named the city poet laureate for Columbia, SC.