It came before the longing--
Pears picked,
Garden stripped
Of slow, frost-hardy produce--
Even hoses stowed and drained--
Yet days remained
Genial and warm.

And then it came
With bitter cold
With rasping wind
Before we even lost the green.
It came, the ending of the year,
Before my heart began the need
For Winter.

11/14/2014

Posted on 11/15/2014
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