| 22. winter
In summer the roads are weary,
In the rains the rivers are high.
Autumn is the seasons difficult for partings
When no man planning
Long journeys ahead
Will leave
The smells of his kitchen fire,
The warmth of his woman's bed
Behind.
The sweepers will sashay long handled brooms
Over the macadem,
The boat club greens, the little porch.
Mothers, sisters, new wives
Would fix last knot to knittings.
The old
On silent morning strolls
Will soon be clothed in gloves and caps.
The trees will smell different in the air. next: ridge |
