David Oestreich

In Issue 9 on February 10, 2012 at 3:55 pm


Remember, years ago, the crocuses
had bloomed in January? It must be

a sort of parable, you said, and I
agreed, although of what I had no sense.

But, since that day, I’ve figured through it all;
those blossoms were a sign of faith despite

poor circumstance, such as a woman might
place in a man who has not proved himself

and has no prospect but the charity
of a single heart whose confidence is spring.


David Oestreich lives in Northwest Ohio with his wife and three children. His poetry has appeared in such online and print publications as Minnetonka Review, Ruminate, Tar River Poetry, and Hobble Creek Review.

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