Thursday, October 12, 2006

Now Here Comes Winter

Cold front's chill embrace
Wet as an old wool blanket
Ash gives up the ghost


Winter's first cold kiss
Saps Autumn's richest colors
Counting days 'til Spring

2 Comments:

At 10:42 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Your poetry made me think of this favorite William Carlos Williams one, it has a sort of hopeful feeling about fall, anticipating winter, but awaiting spring.

Winter Trees

All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the disattiring are completed!
A liquid moon
moves gently among
the long branches.
Thus having prepared their buds
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold.

Caroline in South Dakota

 
At 10:57 PM, Blogger BT3 said...

That's lovely, Caroline.
Thanks!

 

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