Joel Benton
Poems (3)
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At Chappaqua
His cherished woods are mute. The stream glides down / The hill as when I knew it years ago; … -
December
When the feud of hot and cold / Leaves the autumn woodlands bare; … -
The Scarlet Tanager
A ball of fire shoots through the tamarack / In scarlet splendor, on voluptuous wings; …