photoart: ralph murre
Away the
Winter
by
Susan Tepper
As
with the maple your leaves
come
off in silent streams
Litter
the bed and on the floor
crunching
where you
meant
to keep
away
the winter
hiding
behind curtains
crouched
in the rafters
Have
you heard the windows
gasp—
cold and so dark
surely
they have died too.
~
previously published in ROPES
