- by Linn Barnes
The Coming Winter
-Linn Barnes
The bright
day
ducks into
night
Form yields to
fancy
tilt has ground the
moon
Into the glories of
november where
the colors collapse
into
The just pits
of venial sins
and past betrayals
unless
You’ve gone
too far
and then of
course
You are beyond
hope
and should
surrender
Before the
brutal cold
closes in for
real
When the
fall stumbles into
something like
winter