1
sunset comes sooner
in november. perversely
all the clocks turn back.
2
if i were a bird
i would fly south with the flock
on the first gray day
3
snow on the front walk
cold heavy obtuse. hill snow?
friendly fluffy fun
4
summer my cat sleeps
eighteen hours. when winter comes
he adds a few naps.
5
caught on the mountain
the sky suddenly gray. white flakes
drift down, quiet death.
6
red blood on new snow.
fox and rabbit, teeth tear flesh,
cold reclaims warm life.
7
black sky silver moon
white rolling hills bright lit, their
shadows in gray shade
8
used to have winter
on this dazed greenhouse planet.
they say it was “cold.”
9
Claus at the North Pole
sits grumpy in his work shed
now on a big boat.
10
snowshoe hare, box lunch
for marten,owl, and eagle,
still a happy dad.
11
distant avalanche
powdered sugar tumbling down
taking trees with it
12
gray skies. can’t get up.
cold air. no sun. can’t get up.
don’t ask. can’t get up.
13
evolution is
exchanging thick fur body hair
for gloves hats and coats?
14
apocalypse done
snowflakes drift down poisoned black
snow drifts now ashes
15
i want to wear tees
not layers against the air.
i’ll move farther south.
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