Saturday, June 16, 2012

A Poem by William Davies Jr.


The tree branches
Like capillaries
Beneath the lucent
Skin of dusk
Pour the new
Blood of Spring
Into the wineskin
Of April.

William Davies Jr. has recently published in The Cortland Review, The Wilderness House Review, and Blue Lyra Review.
He lives in rural Pennsylvania with his wife, Theresa, and they bottle their own wine.

1 comment:

  1. This is wonderful, William. Great choice of words and so much said in few words.