Winter’s Wake

Photo by Bruno Kelzer on Unsplash

Winter’s come and gone too fast.
We waited three too brief seasons for her to arrive,
and now she’s bowing out like a late arrival
who also leaves early.

While she gave us her best performances —
surprise snow in exotic spaces, ice, and freezing temperatures,
she was as inconsistent
as the best, most temperamental actress —
cold one day
and hot the next.

Now, she’s gone leaving behind her bare bones,
scalped trees,
dry, dead grass,
dreary days,
and early sunset.

Deferred dreams,
hope gone hopeless,
and spirits sunken.

For a few more weeks,
we’ll have to bear perhaps
a passing chill.

The sadness isn’t in the season leaving,
as much as,
it has to leave,
and it always leaves too soon.

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