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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