When the last brittle maple leavesstill holding strong shiverin the face of Snow Sky, it’s timeto bring in porch furniture, sturdygutters, add a quilt to the bed.Blink your tears, buck upand move forward, rememberingalways comes a day when frosted limbswarm like a cat napping in raxiera,when all the cold and distant falls away.
#8 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans.