I Can Hear Honks

Compositions you might, possibly mistake for poetry by Jonathan E. Magen

Winter 2024

Feeling the wind bite

Why does sunlight

Not banish the chill

Rustle of leaves

Muffled by snowfall

Such brave Squirrels

The deer prints

In the fresh powder

Lead only to poop

בין הקר והחושך

חפסתי שלבווה

ומצעתי רק את הירח

עצים עירומים

שאין להם דם

יש שורשים

Walking in sunlight

Too warm for my coat

Too cold to remove it

Searching past geese

Occupying the park

I can hear honks!

Amidst slushy streets

Half frozen and dirty

My boots get wet

The empty garden

Sits waiting

Ready for spring