Cherryl Garner’s Fall Makes Me a La-La Girl appeared here in November. I don’t know about you, but I’d welcome a thaw right about now …
Let’s Let Winter Be
By Cherryl Garner
Let’s let winter be awhile,
allow the molding leaves to break
to small debris beneath our frozen,
curling eaves.
Some months of Venus’ sharpened
shred of bitter cloudless black (small ball
to tethered moon-defines-bleach-white-and-full-
in-arcing-highway, wants
to move around detritus,
it with rocky-pocked and
unturning, happy face),
we’ll notice in their absence.
Let’s let leafless, needle-lost
tree trunks remain our sentries–
throw the wind to worry this new tropic.
Let’s let
fractals, any newby science
fractals, any newby science
save us from some hot dominion.
Any age will shift with Luna, smiling
witness of all fateful snow melt.
