The Groundhog’s Shadow by Anna Grignon Your absence will foretell a brisk return from wintertime, its freshly sheeted bed, your presence product of the warmth you spurn. Your witnesses display their hats like urns, as long and black as what we see ahead ; your absence will foretell a brisk return. We fear our final hour will adjourn forecasts a web of stars forever threads, your presence product of the warmth you spurn. Eternal is the burrow we discern, truncated is our time if you have fled. Your absence will foretell a brisk return. An audience of flowers waits its turn to welcome us upon immortal treads, your presence product of the warmth you spurn. In endless cold, hell’s fires brightly burn, the future disappears to where you sped. Your absence will foretell a brisk return, your presence product of the warmth you spurn. Bio: Anna Grignon is a recent newcomer to India...
Flying Island is the Online Literary Journal of the Indiana Writers Center, accepting submissions from Midwest residents and those with significant ties to the Midwest.