Cold Poem, A Poem for the Blue Heron, Flying, Postcard from Flamingo and Vultures Summary

In "Cold Poem", it is cold now and closer to the edge. The narrator dreams about the fruit and grain of summer. Maybe cold is the time when mankind measures their secret love for their own bones, when they consider the hard knife-edged love for the warm river of themselves. Maybe it means the beauty of the shark cruising toward the tumbling seals. In the season of cold and snow, mankind grows cruel and honest, protecting their lives by taking the bodies of others like crushed red flowers. In the first part of "A Poem for the Blue Heron", the blue heron wades through the cold pond in November, finding scant food. When the water he touches...