{"id":2521,"date":"2014-04-22T22:54:10","date_gmt":"2014-04-22T22:54:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?page_id=2521"},"modified":"2014-04-22T22:54:10","modified_gmt":"2014-04-22T22:54:10","slug":"cristine-a-gruber-april-2014","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/cristine-a-gruber-april-2014\/","title":{"rendered":"Cristine A. Gruber, April 2014"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Warming<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>An hour<br \/>\nbefore dawn,<br \/>\nso brittle and parched,<\/p>\n<p>mother earth<br \/>\nlike sandpaper<br \/>\nthis dry winter morning.<\/p>\n<p>Nature thirsts<br \/>\nin anguish before the sun<br \/>\nhas even made her daily appearance.<\/p>\n<p>There are those who would deny<br \/>\nthe evidence of global warming,<br \/>\nthough the signs are all around us,<\/p>\n<p>giving fair warning,<br \/>\nscreaming in near-agony from<br \/>\nthe gasping throats of continuous drought.<\/p>\n<p>The view<br \/>\nin the distance<br \/>\na familiar one, and yet not\u2026<\/p>\n<p>still the middle of winter,<br \/>\nthis third week in February,<br \/>\nnot a white-capped mountain anywhere in sight.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p id=\"yui_3_13_0_1_1398179196722_96268\"><span id=\"yui_3_13_0_1_1398179196722_96267\" style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span id=\"yui_3_13_0_1_1398179196722_96266\" style=\"color: #000000;\"><span id=\"yui_3_13_0_1_1398179196722_96265\" style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman';\">Cristine A. Gruber\u00a0has had work published, and\/or is scheduled to appear in:\u00a0<i id=\"yui_3_13_0_1_1398179196722_96276\">North American Review, Writer\u2019s Digest, Writers\u2019 Journal, Ascent Aspirations, Ceremony: A Journal of Poetry and Other Arts, Coal City Review, Coffee-Ground Breakfast, Conceit Magazine, The Endicott Review, Eunoia Review, Haiku Hippodrome, The Homestead Review, The Iconoclast, Iodine Poetry Journal, Kind of a Hurricane Press: Something\u2019s Brewing Anthology, Labour of Love, Miller\u2019s Pond, Nuthouse Magazine, The Oak, The Penwood Review, Poem, Poesy, The Poet\u2019s Art, The Poet\u2019s Haven, Shemom, The Shepherd, Ship of Fools, Silver Wings, The Stray Branch, The Storyteller Magazine, Thema, The Tule Review,\u00a0<\/i>and\u00a0<i>Westward Quarterly.\u00a0<\/i>She has been a featured poet in\u00a0<i>Writer\u2019s Digest<\/i>\u00a0for National Poetry Month.<i><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p id=\"yui_3_13_0_1_1398179196722_96278\"><span style=\"color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p id=\"yui_3_13_0_1_1398179196722_96284\"><span id=\"yui_3_13_0_1_1398179196722_96282\" style=\"font-size: medium;\">Cristine studied Literature, Philosophy, and World Religions at California Baptist University in Riverside, California. She is a member of The California State Poetry Society, The Poetry Society of America, and The Christian Writers Guild. Her first full-length collection of poetry,<span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\">Lifeline<\/span>, was released by Infinity Publishing and is available from Amazon.com.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Warming An hour before dawn, so brittle and parched, mother earth like sandpaper this dry winter morning. Nature thirsts in anguish before the sun has even made her daily appearance. 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