Winter can’t steal what I want to give.
I wait for night to pour color out of sky,
to discard the blue, orange, red like chaff
What remains is the clarity of the gloaming.
Dark–light dyad, dark branch on dark sky,
moon in the distance, enough night
for small-scale danger, whiff
of owl wings, skitter of feet,
walls of snow bounding the well-trod path.
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Sara Dovre Wudali is a 2023–2024 Loft Mentor Series Fellow in poetry and has received support from the Minnesota State Arts Board and the Metropolitan Regional Arts Council. Her poems and essays have been published in literary journals such as under the gum tree, Barrelhouse, and Blood Tree Literature. She is the editor of the hybrid anthology chapbook, All You Need Is One Avocado.
