cold slivers hot breath
freezes words not spoken
white and blue and yellow sparkle
on frozen fences
sun splintering the fog
behind petrified
ghostly trees
“slivers” was originally published in Northern Prospects: An Anthology of Northeastern Ontario Poetry edited by Roger Nash. The copyright of this poem remains with me, Monique Chénier. Please credit me if you share it, and kindly direct people to my website.
Monique Chénier - Author 