Tuesday, January 2, 2018
Growing Old in Winter
This cutting cold chews steadily away
at my obscene desire to be.
And I pause, frightfully a-freezing,
faintly sensible
to palpable life's crying pleas
for doings and goings and lovings...
and talk...and laughter.
Other seasons, they surely await me---
somewhere a spring . . .
even, God-willing, a summer?
---RLW
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