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motherless winter

how your subtle moon

passes so effortlessly

through skies of pitch

in a wary startling season

of such pale cold darkness

straight out of a fearful

blind man's dream

borrowing from the sweet

tempered night

time

which hath no finer bloom

to share with the world

but life itself

motion made of invisible heat

remarkable

best when untouched

by anger's envious forces

let the dark begin in earnest

but only after this day's delighted

bounty of such gentle wooing

feel the brave breath of her fragrant

wind

she shall claim as her own

the many fervent needers of her dreadful

gift

as each great angry gust

caresses eager lakes

loving shores

for casts for tell the whipping winds

return

there are no twigs nor grass upon the

rock mantle's porch

mother nature has obviously been doing

her seasonal housework

I think now perhaps I shall go for a liberal

stroll among the meadow of daisies

as so very beautiful are they

and to me always smell sweetest in the late

summer's storming

'tis a good thing my best jacket is dry.........

(Jan. 2, 1999)