A bright, cold day and autumn blazes on
and not a gale to blow the dream away;
wet road, a dazzling ribbon under sun,
lolling a low noon, stabbing spear at play.
From the broad planes a single leaf unlaces
spin-sails its palmate path to my windscreen
Deep dew moisturizes, glues in their places
not to fall, to fail, to let down the team.
This is the secret alchemy of Ra
naming that single leaf and all its way.
"Oh, but North winds will blow," the fishers say.
"You better put a blanket in your car,
buy a sledge; get your shovel from the shed;
or just give up and breakfast in your bed."
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Winter Trails
PoetryWinter Trails is an album of my poems, journeying through late fall when the wire of the trees begins to dominate, till the end of January. After promoting it and it soaring to three quarter million reads, Wattpad unceremoniously dumped it. Here it...
