Cut Grass In Snow (v4)

All day long
night is my storm lantern.
I carry it into this farmland
cutting into my harvest emotions
covered by snow
edge them in half
in front of me.
Do not laugh at me, a circus clown down,
I am sixty-six; my dimples show smiles, ripples, age.
This day is a lawn mower
even in Canadian December.
Machinery is shacked-up, covered.
I plow beneath the white surface
cut rotten leaves beneath settled snow.

In spring, the grass never pops up right.
All day, night is my storm lantern.

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Michael Lee Johnson lived ten years in Canada during the Vietnam era. He is a Canadian and USA citizen. Today he is a poet, editor, publisher, freelance writer, amateur photographer, small business owner in Itasca, Illinois. He has been published in more than 930 small press magazines in 28 countries, and he edits 10 poetry sites. Author's website http://poetryman.mysite.com/. Michael is the author of The Lost American: From Exile to Freedom (136 page book) ISBN: 978-0-595-46091-5, several chapbooks of poetry, including From Which Place the Morning Rises and Challenge of Night and Day, and Chicago Poems. He also has over 116 poetry videos on YouTube as of 2015: https://www.youtube.com/user/poetrymanusa/videos Michael Lee Johnson, Itasca, IL. nominated for 2 Pushcart Prize awards for poetry 2015 & Best of the Net 2016. Visit his Facebook Poetry Group and join https://www.facebook.com/groups/807679459328998/ He is also the editor/publisher of anthology, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze: http://www.amazon.com/dp/1530456762 A second poetry anthology, Dandelion in a Vase of Roses, Editor Michael Lee Johnson, is due for a February or March 2017 release date.
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Raymond Keen
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I can’t get these lines, which begin the poem, out of my mind:
“All day long
night is my storm lantern.”

Then the poem ends with:
“All day, night is my storm lantern.”

I hesitate to interpret the mysterious beauty of this poem which I believe comes from the poet’s deep unconscious. Michael Lee Johnson expresses “night” as a rescue from “day.”

In night there is the possibility of peace. Not so the day. Perhaps a little terror in this fine and mysterious poem – the suggestion that in night (death) we have our escape from the storm of life.

Raymond Keen – author of “Love Poems for Cannibals”

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