WINTER ATLAST

Poetry of the Soul

Winter Atlast

Autumn’s cool shadow wind knocks on my door

Warning me that winter’s soon coming home

It expects me to run or try to retreat

What a welcoming embrace from this warm desert heat

Bring on the winter!

Bring on the snow!

My frayed, weathered bones can sure use some moist cold

These are great things for an old and lost soul

Winter Atlast is coming back home

Rocco J Zuardo ©️ 2020