A Hotter Bath

A Rengay by Richard St Clair and an'ya

 

Autumn loneliness

rising through clouds

the harvest moon.

 

I dress for halloween

in front of our wood stove

 

A hotter bath;

steam melts the frost

on my windowpane.

 

ice-laden tree

snowbirds still pull berries

from its boughs

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Thermometer below zero;

sun-dogs bracketing the sun.

 

spring wind

more than enough

to fill all the carp flags