Learn My Strength

Miriam H.Harrison

it is not
in the budding vigour of spring,
the blooming splendour of summer
that I learn my
strength

no, it is here
in autumnal dread, dressed
in dying colour, having
everything to lose, nothing
to come but the bare
and empty cold that I
see myself—strong enough
to be vulnerable

Writing from the boreal forests and abandoned mines of Northern Ontario, Miriam H. Harrison writes poetry and short fiction that vary between the eerie, the dreary, and the cheery. She is a member of the Horror Writers Association and the Science Fiction and Fantasy Poetry Association.

Also in this issue, a drabble by Miriam H. Harrison: We Wait

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