November 01, 2002

The cold enters by the back door;
October exits with a growl and a whip
we trade normals for twenty-below normals
buying time for the normals to fall;
The winter lengthens.

into the dark abyss
deaf and blind soccer players play;
the ball never sent true
half-hits and lucky glances
the ball advancing by grace.

Leaves in great numbers fall;
a yellow Asian carpet of hoarfrost
Believing evergreens stand athwart the winter yelling “stop!”
they keep their heads
while all about lose theirs;
calmly facing the splendid ruins of summer’s demise.

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