Issue No. 4, Spring 2013

Vivaldi’s Winter Missing You
Beate Sigriddaughter

There’s a marriage in Vivaldi’s Winter
largo, two sounds, a blood pulse rhythm,
of percussion, like my daily bread,
and the gliding rapture of your elegance
above it, your dance, your cinnamon
patchouli joy.

My first harvest is my distance
and your winter silence.

Someone, for this occasion,
spilled salt on the sidewalk,
and the sun, after rain,
paints for me your colors again, stained
glass memory, a sudden
glitter miracle. Sharp fragments
of your sweetness gather down
a rainbow in the salt.

Beate Sigriddaughter,, lives and writes in North Vancouver, Canada. Three times a Pushcart Prize nominee for her own writing, she has also established the Glass Woman Prize to honor passionate women’s voices. Currently she is working on a novel called “Tango.”