Thoughts in Late September

We all know the snow is coming
forthwith, when we will hunker down
in cave, in house, in cold cellar.

Like dried hydrangeas and goldenrod,
all in our rooms, we’ll await the spring,
when re-seeded with life, we’ll emerge
into the fervent light.

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