Snow on the iced-up steps

bits of slate broken,

a frozen rabbit skin dangled

from a hook near the door.

Come in, come in, you can’t

stay out there. This weather

is meant for bears

and even they are hibernating.


Snow piled high at the back

cutting the light, frosted glass

with elaborate designs. A fire

in the open grate. She buzzed

about the small kitchen

excitedly wiping her hands

on her apron. A mug full

of steaming coffee.


Dad, come and see what

the storm brought in.  A big

old man bent under the arch

when he entered the kitchen

from the other room.

He chewed and smiled

and sharpened his axe.


Rose Mary Boehm


A German-born UK national, Rose Mary Boehm lives and works in Lima, Peru. Author of two novels and a poetry collection (TANGENTS), her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in US poetry reviews. Toe Good Poetry, Poetry Breakfast, Burningword Literary Journal, Muddy River Review, Pale Horse Review, Pirene’s Fountain, Other Rooms, Requiem Magazine, Full of Crow, Poetry Quarterly, Punchnel’s, Avatar, Verse Wisconsin, Naugatuck River Review, Boston Literary, Red River Review, Ann Arbor, Main Street Rag, Misfit Magazine and others.

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