Wintering

This entry is part 28 of 28 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Autumn 2013

Snow must be falling in darkness,
frost filling every crevice and vein.

Rain must be washing the curve of the coast,
sleet making cutouts of houses in town.

Someone will drink from a cup too hot to hold
before settling into night’s thick pelt.

Someone will press a forehead against a window
to see what aspect of weather has mantled a field.

Whose roof last glinted in sunlight? Whose boat
last pushed off from the pier in a glittering wake?

 

In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

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