Early Freeze

Submitted by Ann Christine Tabaka

Frozen on the vine.
Ground hard as rock.
November freeze comes early,
breathing death on all.
Earth still,
nature reticent,
refuge sought.
Promises no longer on the wind.
Seasons shifted overnight.
Wilted specters of yesterday
hang their lifeless heads.
Colors drained.
Browns and grays win out.
Early winter on the cusp,
as cold ravages all.
Memories whisper in
the shadows left behind.


 

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Photo Credit: Place Pigalle, Winter Evening by Edouard Cortes

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The Vita Brevis Team

“Ars longa, vita brevis" (art is long, life is short). This maxim so moved us that it seemed only right to title our online poetry magazine after it. It may seem curious that we chose Vita Brevis (life is short) as our title instead of Ars Longa (art is long). But this choice was more than appropriate; after all, the aim of our journal is to publish work that shows a keen awareness of not only art’s beauty and immortality but life’s toils and finiteness. We want to revive and nourish the rich existential literature that forms when art and the human endeavor collide.

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