E. Peregrine
This season of finitude
Once again I am asking for a few more moments,
to let this fragile light linger on the windowsill
with the dead spider and the dust. If this is
all there is, as it very well may be, then let it expand
to fill the void of what isn't. Let all be all.
In this season of finitude, let all be all.
My breath frosts the glass, just for a second,
then it's clear again.
Bio
E. Peregrine (they/them) is a trans/nonbinary conductor, poet, teacher, and recent transplant to New England. Their writing has appeared in Gold Man Review, Roanoke Review, Variant Literature, smoke and mold, Bluestem Magazine, and elsewhere.