December

Sometime in mid-winter, When the snow is grimy and deflated Tired, clinging halfheartedly to frigid mud And the light is sharp, glaring and angled Devoid of warmth, unsympathetic to the eye Subtle longing begins Images of wading, hip-deep Through green-gold fields that swish and shimmer Affronted grasshoppers, startled leaps on papery wings Sun-gilded leaves, and murmuring … Continue reading December