Winter

 Winter

coming to a close

harsh winds' bite 

sinking less deeply

into bone;

pavement peaking 

out from beneath 

tattered blankets;

Sun deciding

to stay for dinner.


Blood in cold

veins starts to warm 

and muck along

like galoshes in slush;

scissors in drawers

ready to be opened to 

cut sleeves

off flannel.


Perch and walleye

look up

at square shadowed clouds 

moving across their icy sky

leaving behind holes 

of luminous light;

orange trucks

look forward to dropping

front-end weight 

and washing salt off

their tail-ends

telling war stories

to the guys at the garage.


Winter

coming to a close

the season that proves

one is still tough enough

to not fly away 

like a snowbird.







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