Three Seconds in Winter by Erin Wilson

Poet name: Erin Wilson Poem name: Three Seconds in Winter Poem: We round the bend on Townline Road, quick punch— indigo enfolds the moment, our eyes all breast of blue jay as it swims through air to cedars. Then the split rail fence gets up, then lies down, resettling alongside its shadow. A farmer’s eye rolls up between two horses, the pull on the the pull on the the pull on the bridle. Then the bend is done. We pound our doors. End of poem. Credits and bio: Copyright © Erin Wilson Previously published in (Columba, Spring 2021). Erin Wilson’s poems have recently appeared or are forthcoming in Dalhousie Review, CV2, Columba, Tar River, Verse Daily, in Worth More Standing, Poets and Activists Pay Homage to Trees, and elsewhere. Her first collection is At Home with Disquiet; her second, Blue, is forthcoming. Also forthcoming is a chapbook, The Belly of the Pig. She lives in a small town on Robinson-Huron Treaty territory in Northern Ontario.