Erica Funkhauser’s poem, “December, New England,” appeared in NER 4.3 (1982).
For the moment the earth’s sorrows sleep
below this snow, and joy travels over it
like sunlight over mica, stopping
and entering us at once.
There are no borders or contention.
The rub of ice agains water, boulder against bulb,
every impediment from weeds to precedent has vanished.