WINTER SKY

Jennifer Giandalone, October 30, 2002

 

Oh, You again!

So soon?

 

You flirt your skirts of gray

Smugly sprinkling sparkles of wonder upon

Windrows.

 

Pale toe-headed chaff

The baler left behind.

 

Livestock

Grows fuzzy, reluctant

To venture outside.

Stay inside

Where air smells faintly of molasses

Rather than rampaging

Through nostrils moist with life heat.

 

How fortunate for cows!

They can lick their noses and keep their tongues.

Unlike unwitting children who

Taste frost crystals on lamp poles.

 

You, up there!

Hello.