Somehow I have re-discovered my muse with the arrival of the ice and snow. Something just clicked and my years "in the wilderness" were over, and this flowed out...
Welcome In The Winter
Slow contrast, the deepening furrows of darkness
She weaves into my routine as she shifts
From time-delay warmth
To pendulous moth-cloud dullness.
The half-lid interim from wake to sleep.
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A sneering sister of bright Spring.
For all her taunts she is the more constant
Her palette drained of gaudy greens
An inevitable rust to dust decay
Whose low-light seed she sheens with ice.
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I welcome in the Winter.
She’ll come anyway, in spite.
She’ll come anyway, preserving light.
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I think buying the complete Ted Hughes collection had something to do with it. Thanks Ted! And thanks Winter!
VT.


