necks of half-stripped trees are woven
tightly, we expect winter has been fleeing,
slipping out into the night, leaving us empty
handed when morning arrives
the view from Monday appears staggering
with few thunderstorms as we hung tattered
coats, limp, behind closed doors; calking, still
shivering from the howling winds
of December’s yawn
Dec 26, 2011
Dec 26, 2011 at 3:44 AM UTC
necks of half-stripped trees are woven
tightly, we expect winter has been fleeing,
slipping out into the night, leaving us empty
handed when morning arrives
the view from Monday appears staggering
with few thunderstorms as we hung tattered
coats, limp, behind closed doors; calking, still
shivering from the howling winds
of December’s yawn
