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In this Poem, We Will Not Glorify Sunrise by Sarah Freligh - Poems | Academy of American Poets

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nor admire the apples that blossom during a February heat wave only to wilt and die in a mid-May freeze. Doom, such a fickle bitch. She’s snow spilling into Reno where planeloads of people sick of winter have gone to gamble in tank tops and shorts. Here it’s seventy-three degrees, warm enough to sunbathe on a Lake Ontario beach. Overhead a jet pirouettes toward the airport fluttering white scarves of vapor: Contrails, kissing cousin to entrails. Mine are glistening and pink as a sunrise except for one rotten spot that’s something to watch in the future. How it always starts for the apple. Copyright © 2025 by Sarah Freligh. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on March 10, 2025, by the Academy of American Poets. Sarah Freligh is the author of five books, including the poetry collections We (Small Harbor Publishing, 2021) and Sad Math (Moon City Press, 2015), winner of the 2014 Moon City Poetry Award and the 2015 Etchings Press Whirling Prize from the University of Indianapolis. She lives

In this Poem, We Will Not Glorify Sunrise Add to anthology × Load audio player Sarah Freligh nor admire the apples that blossom during a February heat wave only to wilt and die in a mid-May freeze. Doom, such a fickle bitch. She’s snow spilling into Reno where planeloads of people sick of winter have gone to gamble in tank tops and shorts. Here it’s seventy-three degrees, warm enough to sunbathe on a Lake Ontario beach. Overhead a jet pirouettes toward the airport fluttering white scarves of vapor: Contrails, kissing cousin to entrails. Mine are glistening and pink as a sunrise except fo

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