11-14-2022, 12:02 PM
Nor'easter
Despite the late season and the early dark
of the days, the wind still blew warm and light
across birthdays on the patio, allowed T-shirts
worn on dog walks late into the evenings. Until
a winter chill turned summer’s green now
brown; leaves fallen silent, dry and brittle as
words unsaid. The trees now turned in against
the white of the coming storm, their bare boughs
raised against the bone cold of the sky. Why?
Maybe a transgression small as the careless flap
of a swallow tail’s wing, a well-rehearsed
choreography of low pressure and cold fronts
fed by the warm waters of the past. Perhaps
in the eye there is respite, for a time.
Despite the late season and the early dark
of the days, the wind still blew warm and light
across birthdays on the patio, allowed T-shirts
worn on dog walks late into the evenings. Until
a winter chill turned summer’s green now
brown; leaves fallen silent, dry and brittle as
words unsaid. The trees now turned in against
the white of the coming storm, their bare boughs
raised against the bone cold of the sky. Why?
Maybe a transgression small as the careless flap
of a swallow tail’s wing, a well-rehearsed
choreography of low pressure and cold fronts
fed by the warm waters of the past. Perhaps
in the eye there is respite, for a time.