Warm HeartsA Poem by Ben TaylorWinter is here, and so are you.
Autumn has finished undressing
the blushing vegetation, stripping off last year's outdated foliate fashion. With a parting embrace of Indian summer, He strides South with surprising haste, as if feigning urgent business, as if His discomfort is not apparent. He can smell Her perfume in the air, that sharp scent of snow yet to fall. And so He flees, leaving His garments of dried, dead leaves in the gutters and driveways as He does every year. Winter creeps through the town in the deep night, Her fingernails leaving frosty chicken scratch notes on select windshields and windowpanes. She seeps slowly through window-cracks and house corners, wriggling between painted toes and woven fingers, giving us cause to press together more tightly, perfectly nestled puzzle pieces. While Winter wages war upon the bundled travelers making the pilgrimage from house to car, we will be warm, wrapped in each other, sleeping beneath soft holiday lights.
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Added on December 21, 2017 Last Updated on December 21, 2017 AuthorBen TaylorColumbia, MOAboutAlmost everything I write now is relatively real, so just read what I write and get to know me. more..Writing
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