From 2000.


I was inspired to post this piece after reading Ken's poem about summer's slow change to autumn. Here, I'm looking to skip over autumn and move right into winter!


September. Oh, you linger, summer buzz.

We crave a starker season, north and neat:

The purity of winter, day-long night.


We seek the solstice, dark sticks, chaste chill,

Where vocables of frost compose themselves

Beneath the crisp unflourishing leaves earthfallen.


Polestar of pallor, snow beneath moonlight,

Cities as quiet as country vacancy,

The timeless birth of zero, birth of death,


Dives impoverished, cloistered, penitent,

Stripped of all but his awe, December’s prayer,

The shiver-quiver, spoken ghost of breath,


Cold calendar, perennial ebb of warmth,

The proximate diminishment of light.

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Written on 2018-09-03 at 07:31

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
This poem is wonderful, Thomas. Proud, that my work inspired you to write your great work. Sadly for many, face summer while individuals hear and in many places. Suffer personal financial winter.


Call It What You Will
by Thomas DeFreitas