the wind tastes of ice
and it is only
Septemberwind in the trees
whisper whisperI am reproached
each day
the same challengewake up
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Posted by: Patia | 08 September 2004 at 10:47 PM
Ah, so that's what this unseasonably cold weather has been trying to do here in the Northwest.
It might work yet. Time to put away the hiking boots and pull out some good poetry books.
Posted by: loren | 09 September 2004 at 01:46 AM
That's beautiful, I love it. Did you write it?
Posted by: Kestrel | 09 September 2004 at 06:44 AM
It's always a surprise which poems speak to people.
Yes, certainly approaching time to move inside with one's favorite poems.
& Kestrel, yes -- any poems on my site that are not credited to someone else are my own.
Posted by: SB | 09 September 2004 at 11:37 AM
Wonderful, so when winter comes, are you going start looking for summer. Wish the wind would taste like winter beside more rain. I miss snowflakes.
Posted by: Cathy | 09 September 2004 at 07:43 PM
love the ending. wasn't expecting it.
Posted by: mike | 16 September 2004 at 07:07 PM