fingerless palms cup the spray,
a series of semicolons; beyond, the waterfall
is swollen by a hurricane to exclamation—
ferns cling to sandstone, shaking
as ionized water pulses upward
into the ellipse of a slate-gray sky
out of this amber cauldron of rock
in a photograph, it could be winter
but for the green like punctuation
on pages and pages of roiling white
—
The creative work of M. Frost has appeared in Strange Horizons, Star*Line, Sow’s Ear, The Hopkins Review, Camas, and many other venues, including a chapbook publication, Cow Poetry, from Finishing Line Press.
