By James Croal Jackson


Smoking, joking winter asking how to
_______________take things slow.
Drinking, sinking field is thinking about
______________–to let spring go.

Laughing, baffling cold front having one last
_______________-frigid kiss.
Slicing, striking freak-snow lightning– go on,
_______________-make a wish.

The cherry blossom knows there is a chance she’ll never bloom.
__________Wish for her, dear poet. Wish she’ll flower soon.
James Croal Jackson is the author of The Frayed Edge of Memory (Writing Knights Press, 2017). His poetry has appeared in Hobart, FLAPPERHO– USE, Yes Poetry, and elsewhere. He edits The Mantle from Columbus, Ohio. Find more at