HA! I was going to save this next Luci Shaw poem for the Fall, but it actually will fit here well enough! :D
First flurryThe white on the windshield is, variously, organdy-flocking; stars stuck on a sky; (a cold cliché but see, there they are, poised and six-pointed, plain as night!) asterisks, footnoting with soft insistence the sweeping syntax of new wiper blades; blotting paper soaking up stop light signatures marked on melting streets. Of course all I’m seeing is November’s first flurry. I’ll feel differently about falling snow next March.
Or, perhaps, “next May”!! But, in all those flurries, we were towing the trailer back to our driveway, to prepare for the new Camping Season–so cheer up! And, as soon as Leaf Nation loses the hockey game tonight, Hell can stop freezing over! :D