Holly Holt and the Abominable Seasons

how rain laughs

has autumn rain

ever devoured them,

these pestilent halfwits,

who gaze with a city craze

across mountains

quilted in pine?

have they ever felt

a chill nibble their nerves,

ovationed by bumps

along their skin,

pale from living

in a conditioned summer?

people irritate me

whose lives coincide

with faded paper;

people irritate me

who cannot fathom

how rain laughs

ne’er-do-well thought

glitter in the mind,

ne’er-do-well thought,

saunter through a summer

pouring with petunia laments

& catch my falling conscience

in a jaded tendril of grass

between thumb and forefinger,

twisting backwards and forwards

unlike time, whose one-way-street

steals strings from my violin heart

ill-equipped on evenings

of symphonic sorrow

glitter, glitter—

my hours know only

their passing

the moon

the moon doesn’t know Hiroshima,

mushroom cloud rooted in death

and cries still vibrating

through a blueberry’s wilting core;

the moon doesn’t know poverty,

on propaganda-littered street corners

where a politician’s golden lies

fades into gutter-worn truth;

the moon only knows silence,

how celestial nothing spans eons,

while a species, longing for life,

leaves footprints for weeping stars

Since August of 2013, H. Holt has been published by various magazines and blogs. She has recently been accepted by Negative Capability Press, who will be including her in their Anthology of Georgia Poetry in 2015. She lives in the luscious mountains of North Georgia, where she spends her time helping students achieve their dreams of higher education.