WINTER COMES TOO SOON
Autumn,
That too-fickle season
Has thrown off Joseph’s coat
And turned to winter.
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Gone the leaves
Brilliant matinees of airborne jewels
Illuminated in prismatic splendor
By the sun piercing a brittle blue sky–
Replaced with blackened limbs
Stretching naked arms towards a glowering sky.
–
The season of alms and hunger has begun.
Gone the pelting rains
Which poured down window panes
Like crinkled crepe paper
Distorting the view of the shearing outside.
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Gone too, are the golden sunsets
Where a beam of light transposes
Distant trees, paints the belly of clouds.
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The leaves and color are gone
And that is as it should be.
What is now outside
Hints at what is beginning inside–
A long passage through a muted season.
–
Jane Kohut-Bartels
Copyrighted, 2013
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