The sun has begun its annual hiding today,
nigh on to the cold season, December,
when \nature’s beauty will obscure itself
beneath gray clouds dimmed by rain or snow
and men hide themselves behind walls’ warmth.

The blanket of leaves resting below trees,
but skeletons of near bare limbs,
only a few colored leaves hang grimly
above a brown blanket of their brethern below,
waiting to go aloft on a next eddying wind.

Nature and ploughman alike must rest,
both to regain strength for another season

And the ploughmen’s women
continue to labor on without rest.
Tain’t fair.

gus daum


About degus221

A Kansan who has migrated to Oregon.
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3 Responses to WINTER’S COMING no. 1

  1. oneta hayes says:

    As you say, this example ain’t but things generally even out in the end.


  2. MaryJo says:

    Nice twist at the end, Gus. Still giggling as I bring in more wood for the fire…


    • degus221 says:

      Wishing I had more wood for the fire, even if I had to bring it in for myself.
      The pffft was originally because I wasn’t happy with it, then decided to go funny., or at least my attempt at humor.


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