First Snow

by Leonard M Hawkes

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.


Posted on 11/15/2014
Copyright © 2023 Leonard M Hawkes

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/15/14 at 07:24 PM

We feel the same here in the Boise area - what a shocker with more snow than many around us. Love that first line especially.

Posted by June Labyzon on 11/16/14 at 01:25 PM

My heart never needs winter, that's why I moved to the south. But, I recall just a few years back how quickly the Winter would come without apology or even an invitation. This poem says it so well.

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