Field Guide to Meadows in Winter


A cold boxelder bug struggles

forward, its black carapace blazoned

with red. This path goes down


to unmarked graves. Flowers here

used to be blue, rose, pale yellow.

What course of renewal is there?


Trance, dream, speculation?

My left hand puzzles, lifting

a two-inch-long naked doll


from the wild grasses. I need

a river story, black oaks, rough gravel

roads. What comes is a paperweight


snowstorm, horizon line hazed,

waiting, everything stained by indigo

shadows. I’m atoms in snow now.


Winter weeds stand guard. Call it

luck. Call it beauty—chickweed,

nettles, henbit, yellow hop clover.




Barbara DanielsTalk to the Lioness was published by Casa de Cinco Hermanas Press in 2020. Her poetry has appeared in Chiron Review, Cleaver, Faultline, Small Orange, Meridian, and elsewhere. Barbara Daniels received a 2020 fellowship from the New Jersey State Council on the Arts.