Peat moss can smoulder underground for yearsYou never know when and wherethe flame will re-emergeto feedto cleansethe only way it knows how Poems by Jerry Iwanus Published poems Home before you know itThe here and nowThe junkyard Poems published on this site or on Medium Radioactive wasteThe writerKindlingThe first timeThe endThe appointed dayTimeThe fangThe choiceShutteredArachnidHomelessMayfliesThe flyIke JimeLa tempête de fin octobreTo RicTo ShelFedor IvanovychWhimsyRise againThe visitor comesThe fraternal occupant(Our) Love at 60WaitingThe Tickle (For Sara and Alex)For Jillian (On her wedding)AboiteauPointe-Sapin Reading time:1 min read Post published:2026-05-06 Post category:Published poetry Post author:Jerry Iwanus