Winter Song - Terry Ehret

[Larry Robinson]

Winter Song

 
In the first blue light of winter, frost

ices the roofs and lawns. A chill

keeps me deep under blankets,  asleep-- or if not, stirring

only when all hope of rest is lost.

 
Rest is for the cat, all four paws up, three white

spots of fur exposed. Or the hapless dog,

aged, nestled beside the couch, legs

twitching from some dream-hunt. Winter night

 
comes early, the dark curtain dropping

fast over the eastern hills. From the river,

a thick arm of fog lifts, then descends the shivering

banks. I savor the white breath of winter’s

 
hush. Its ancient music slows 

my daily rush, though all the wild winds blow.

 
	- Terry Ehret
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