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

Thermometer below zero;

sun-dogs bracketing the sun.


spring wind

more than enough

to fill all the carp flags