National Poetry Month: Two Poems by Terrance Millet
April 15, 2021
she is little when winter comes her
father puts storm windows up where summer screens
once were at the bottom of the frame
a wooden flap seals off three ventilation holes
and in the morning she pushes up the window to
lift the flap and press her nose
against the holes and breathe
cold winter air that smells (she
knows) of ozone she
the patterns of thick frost upon the glass
and melts small handprints there thenscrapes
frost off with fingernails to
place upon her tongue