The Poetry Of 
Joan McNerney
Twelve Steps To Winter
1 Kicking up piles of foliage,
the wind tries to enter my house.
2 I can see my breath right
in front of me now.
3 Maple leaves, oak leaves, all fall
leaves tumbling through air.
4 Window panes clattering like
nervous teeth at midnight.
5 Frost pinches my cheeks, kissing me.
A cool, cruel lover.
6 Quickly, quietly needles of snow
embroider tall fir trees.
7 That must be my friends stamping
their boots outside.
8 As the kettle boils, aromas of hot
cider spice the kitchen.
9 Our favorite songs stream
through hallways.
10 Sparkling butter cookies melting
in our mouths.
11 A tiger cat with big green eyes
tosses balls of yarn.
12 Galaxies of snow stars whirling
every which way.
WINTERSET
The sun rose
another golden flower.
If I were queen who
could reign on a breezy cloud...
castles in the air.
Today's work is done.
The sun fell from the sky
for a bowl of stars.
Hushed cool mindless
snow innocently spread
smiles up.
Straining twisted arms
trees stretch to trap me
in their bare branches.
More starling than
that windowpane red with sun
are your ice blue eyes.
Deep winterset night.
Sleepless stars glide through heaven
in aerial ballet.
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