Thursday, February 27, 2014

Away the Winter

photoart: ralph murre

Away the Winter
by Susan Tepper

As with the maple your leaves
come off in silent streams

Litter the bed and on the floor
crunching where you
meant to keep

away the winter

hiding behind curtains
crouched in the rafters

Have you heard the windows
gasp— cold and so dark 
surely they have died too.

~ previously published in ROPES