Winter’s Tale

by Bibhu Padhi (January 2014)

Winter’s touch is here.

The remote bones suddenly

surface from nowhere.

Lean lines

of a contraction

run along the limbs.

Where is the touch

that heals?

The evening has no answer.

The bones go slowly

brittle, turn dark

just as the evening does,

rest perilously

on themselves.

Summer is a dream,

hovering above

the body’s next season,

the other hemisphere.

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Bibhu Padhi's seventh book of poetry, MIGRATORY DAYS A TRAVEL DIARY IN VERSE, was published in 2011. His work has appeared in numerous magazines and anthologies, the most recent being THE HARPERCOLLINS BOOK OF ENGLISH POETRY (2012). He lives in Bhubaneswar, India.

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