Autumn

Photograph by Sonja Bingen

poem by Ethel Mortenson Davis

She listens
as closely as a lover listens
for the first
sign of her love’s approaching.

Suddenly,
she rushes and embraces winter,
quieted and covered by the coolness
of his death-white arms.

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