Before the Snow Arrives

A poem hasn’t completed me
since last season;

I bring an occasional one
to the finish –
so I don’t forget
how many lines are in a stanza,
or to remind myself
the weight of my pencil.

I have to get the leaves moved;

the ones scattered
withered
across the lawn

I have to get them moved
before the snow arrives.

14 thoughts on “Before the Snow Arrives

    1. tac [bussokuseki] Post author

      I’m just discovering some old comments here that I missed. I love your description of a long exhale, how wonderful. I think I wrote it as a sigh… So glad you found something meaningful in the words. Be well~

      Reply

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