Rural Winter Herbert Orlofsky   Orlofsky Page 1 Winter light. Muted light. Branches bare with crows. No sound but the old leaves Scratching the hardened ground. A tightness of trees, air, sky. A world bending into its silence. Winter sparrows. Winter trees. Hunger tarries not far from here. An old sky, iron hard. No harbingers, nothing, whiteness, fear. Herbert Orlofsky's poems have also appeared in Confrontation, the Wisconsin Review, and Beauty for Ashes Poetry Review. He is a retired clinical psychologist living in Connecticut.