Poetry Friday is hosted by Tabatha Yeatts @ The Opposite of Indifference
Winter has arrived, and with ferocity. The trees are all bare now, the lawns are brown, and the piles of leaves waiting for the last pick up are brittle and spent. Today, the wind howled around every corner, and a snow squall took us by surprise just before lunch. It is time to reach for the warmest coat even for a quick walk to fetch the morning paper. And, of course, it is dark for most of the day – sun shine passes quickly. We are never really ready for winter…even in December…
In the shallows of the river
After one o’clock in the afternoon
An eighth of an inch thick.
Night never disappears completely
But moves among the shadows
On the bank
Like a glimpse of fur.
Flies and spiderwebs
Appear alone in the flat air.
The naked aspens stand like children
Waiting to be baptized
And the goldenrod too is stripped down
To its bare stalk
In the cold
Even my thoughts
Have lost their foliage.