Concerto for Winter
I've spent this winter listening,
for the tapping fingers of rain
on the skylight, the unexplained
electronic chirp that haunts
the kitchen, the gurgle
of pea soup on the back
burner. I've turned my ear
toward the windup groan
of the sphygmomanometer, the whine
of the next door dog, ever hopeful
for the return of the one who won't return,
the sound of my husband's breath
in the night.
Ruth Bavetta's poems have been published in Rattle, Nimrod, North American Review, Slant, Tar River Poetry, Spillway, Hanging Loose, Poetry East, and many others. She has published four books, and has work included in several anthologies. She writes at a messy desk with a view over the Pacific.