
In Memorial – Barb Cranford, Poet
Snowstorm, December 10
on the highway
sirens groan
deep in the woods
the house is still
sirens moans
woodstove hums
my house is still
on Emily’s birthday
woodstove purrs
and snowplow drones
on Dickinson’s birthday
while I share this poem
snowplows fade
on the highway
as I write my poems
deep in the woods
—Barb Cranford