WINTER’S COMING
Cicadas rasp fall’s
last song in the faded
afternoon sun. Swallowtails
hunt autumn’s waning
nectar on buddleia.
Does the grasshopper,
basking off the cold night’s
lethargy on dried grass,
feel death coming?
As the northeaster shifts
dry sand,the Great Egret
stalks fish as gulls scavenge.
Above, a Marsh Hawk hovers,
the young mouse dangles.
The wind is tinged with winter.
Crucible
