
Dead of Winter, poems by Michael McMahon, continues the distinctive voice of McMahon's first collection, A Day's Work, published by Puckerbrush Press in 1976. It is a New England voice seemingly diffident but in reality memorable in its tenaciousness. New England is once again the scene, and winter the season, New England's quintessential season. They are poems in black and white, like trees in a snowy landscape.
A Place in the Choir
After old songs, the voices unwoven
like the fringe of a shawl
the snow
at the edge of the woods on the way home
is a sound,
a hush
that means the trees have turned inward
the way men do after forty years
of mornings
when they wake to a silence
rising like well water
three days after a rain,
or in a cold bedroom, the silence
of people
who believe the grave will speak.