Thursday, October 12, 2006

Now Here Comes Winter

Thursday, October 12, 2006
2 comments
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:

On October 14, 2006 at 10:42 AM 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

On October 14, 2006 at 10:57 PM Bill of the Birds said...

That's lovely, Caroline.
Thanks!


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