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  • Okay, Winter, I know your game
    your dark and strange ways
    your cool aloofness
    your sharp piercing:

    A friend's father has vanished into the impenetrable mists of Alzheimer's.
    A friend dropped dead--boom--just like that.
    A friend is sick sick with a chronic, debilitating disease.
    A friend's teenaged daughter is pregnant.
    A young friend is being buffeted about by pain and hopelessness.

    Winter, I see you take aim
  • at my heart.

    And for a moment I'm tempted to give in
    stand there dumb and unmoving

    surrender to your spare elegance
    your nordic good looks
    your quiet enticements
    the sudden shock of you
  • I hear you
    I hear you whispering in the trees
    in the owl's hushed voice

    who will ever know

    you send the poets
    you send Joyce with his sonorous falling rhythms of snow

    you know I'm a sucker for the poets
  • But then there's this

    absurd and fleeting
    this tickle
    this laugh

    a chickadee lands on my shoe
    a cardinal plays peek-a-boo
    in the lilac
    as I stand on the doorstep
  • And later, as I stand in the warm kitchen
    wielding my knife over the blood red marble

    the garlic opens
    clove by clove
    to offer
    sprouting green.
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