Dickering, jittering,
cross-concrete clattering,
battering gutters

like whittled-thin paper,
scratching and skittering,
dancing in dust-devils,

first leaves of fall
prattle and patter,
litter and rattle,

whisking grass, crisping streets,
cackle like witches in
bittering wind,

chanting, incanting,
wickedly whispering
riddles for listening:

winter,
winter.


[Written in 2000, formerly titled "Brittle Season"]

10/08/2001

Posted on 10/08/2001
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