Cold Weather
Comes
America tilts as
the earth grinds in quiet upon its set way, and
Out of the north
comes the cold air,
Settling upon
the country,
Causing linoleum
to curl and
Causing animals
to lower their heads,
Hunker down.
In country rooms
the cold penetrates every object,
Driving out
whatever warmth was left
By yesterday’s
weakling sun.
In towns,
villages, streeted cities
Muffs appear,
gloved hands grasp coat lapels,
Cheeks stop
sensing,
Plants count on
this cold to kill,
Slough off last
summer’s spent growth.
Cold prevails,
pervades, conquers all.
--November 16,
2013
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