
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