Tonight, the
door blew open;
Winter
entered the room…
Pushing
Summer out the back door,
The good
weather, gone too soon.
The electric
blanket is turned on,
I’m holed up
in an upstairs room…
The windows
all are shuttered,
Still I can’t
avoid the gloom.
Last week
the water in the cove,
Mirrored a reflection
of the moon …
This week
the days grew darker,
And the
seasons changed their tune.
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