Poetry by Darrell Petska
Sap-shorn and light-forsaken,
quashed by winter’s boot
you wait, underground exiles
spending summer’s store
till earth’s cold armor chinks.
Old friends, lend us once more
dreams of sunny surfeit and green delight.
Rekindle our faith that spring winters
snugly in bone as in root:
though shoot and flesh till different fields,
life seeds one urge to rise and thrive.
Darrell Petska is a retired university editor. His poetry and fiction can be found in 3rd Wednesday Magazine, First Literary Review–East, Nixes Mate Review, Verse Virtual, Loch Raven Review and widely elsewhere (conservancies.wordpress.com). A father of five and grandfather of six, he lives near Madison, Wisconsin, with his wife of more than 50 years.
