Larry's Blog

WHEN WINTER COMES

Somewhat after the holidays
when a white layer of snow
covers the ground, winter
begins for me. I am alone now.

Somewhat after the holidays
when a white layer of snow
covers the ground, winter
begins for me. I am alone now.

Sitting around the fireplace was fine.
Feasting at Yule tables, chatting
over bourbon with relatives
down from Barrington was nice.

But now winter comes, wild and white.
We are alone again. In city streets,
the wild wind eddying through every
alleyway, on hillsides, sculptured
with blown snow, men
will live their lives for real,
now facing time as it first
dawned. January and
February will drive in
like thundering herds.