Unseasonable Follies
Don’t be lured
by this morning’s sunlight
or the sweet songs of birds
the worst moment of winter
can come in early April
when climbing to the top
of the lookout peak
at Montreat
your legs go rubbery
refuse to go up and up
where you thought were heights
only to discover stasis
your stomach tells you
you haven’t eaten
enough to sustain
the climb
and your companion refuses
to wait for you
Don’t be lulled
by sweet sea breezes
or the crystalline breaking
of sunrise over ocean
the worst moment of summer
can come at the end
of October when hurricanes churn
currents dredge and dump
torrents spawn tornadoes
across Ocracoke
though you thought you were done
with indifference
dismissals
animosity
rancor those fists
thought you had laid
the season’s tumult
safely to rest
Cordelia M. Hanemann
Cordelia Hanemann is currently a
practicing writer and artist in Raleigh, NC. A retired professor of
English at Campbell University, she has published in numerous journals
including Atlanta Review, Connecticut River Review, Southwestern
Review, and Laurel Review; anthologies, The Poet
Magazine's new anthology, Friends and Friendship, Heron
Clan and Kakalak and in her own chapbook, Through
a Glass Darkly. Her poem, "photo-op" was a finalist in
the Poems of Resistance competition at Sable Press and her
poem "Cezanne's Apples" was nominated for a Pushcart. Recently the
featured poet for Negative Capability Press and The Alexandria
Quarterly, she is now working on a first novel, about her roots in
Cajun Louisiana.
rough are the warnings of the wise. for they shall inherit the wind, these days.
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