In January, in the north,the world is dreaming.
Ganglion tree branches fingerthe landscape like a readerflipping back and forththrough the pages of a book.
After midnight, the snow is blueand deer tracks crisscross the yardsas sleepers lose their wayin semi-familiar hallways.
Lamplight’s low glow reflectsupon the edges of memoryand of will. Emotion is the spectrumreverie seeks to reveal.
Claire Bauerle has a master’s degree in creative writing and has taught classes in writing and in making gift booklets. She attends the Monroeville Poets writing workshops and lives in Squirrel Hill.