Again I greet you, winter morning sun
announcing rituals of another day
as you climb over the shrimp boats offshore.
I want to tell you that the summer was great
despite the heat and violent thunderstorms
that blasted my burgeoning garden’s plants.
Even now I am still eating the fruits
and savoring last juices of the vines
whose biting sweetness delights my tongue.
I do not look forward to heavy snows
though once snow men and throwing snowballs
engendered my shouts of glee. I wait quietly.
Sharp winds tremble my leaf-dropping trees.
So cast your shadows on my silent porch.
It’s too late to avoid cold loneliness.
Avocet, Winter, 2012
FPL Poetry Series presents a reading with featured poets Richard Peake and John Gorman on Wednesday, January 30 at 7pm.