Cold Thoughts on a November Night
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Winter snows through all my brittle tears.
The train to summer's gone; it left warm years
ago, and I've been colder ever since.
Brown leaves fall slowly, and small branches wince
with every shivered wind. Dark blue replaces
cloudy gold in shadows climbing hills.
Frost fills its narrow path with bones and traces
flowing water, now quite still.
Summer lingers, soft and far away,
a journey I've forgotten or a day
lost in a melted dream
of ice cream.
Karen Tellefsen
kat2@mindspring.com