Tag Archives: Fredric Hildebrand

H. Edgar Hix

Sacrifice

Having received an offering
of a blood-red Ferrari
with black leather seats
and sterling silver hubcaps,
the goddess traveled at light speed
to the wild bees,
came back with five gallons of raw honey,
and poured it into the gas tank.


H. Edgar Hix is already tired of 2020.


 

Fredric Hildebrand

The Sound of Spring

I recall a blackbird
perched on our chimney,

and the melting snow,
and the ice gone overnight,
and the homecoming

of mallards, mergansers,
goldeneyes, and geese
to the open river,

and the end of the slowed
season with neighbors
now out of their houses,

this blackbird

warming herself and singing
to a mate in the treetops
and down the chimney to me,

not exactly the bird
but the cleansing
rains and green maple
days that followed her.


Fredric Hildebrand is a retired physician who lives and writes in Neenah, WI.


 

Fredric Hildebrand

Helen

“Don’t you miss out on bein’ alive,”
my southern grandmother said,

her gnarled fingers holding old moments:
the lost family farm, early widowhood,

dead children, and her one-room life
at a hundred years in her eyes like

the light of an uncertain candle.


Fredric Hildebrand is a retired physician who lives and writes in Neenah, WI.