Winter's not yet here
But I can feel it coming --
There is almost frost
Shadows vanish from the roof
Of my neighbor's small garage
She asks as he leaves,
"When will you be back tonight?"
The sound of the door
Ever anxious and fearful,
Seeing danger everywhere
Looking here and there
A deer, cautious and quiet,
Steps into the field
Coverd with yesterday's snow,
A cloudless sky overhead
Slow moving shadows,
Cast by the almost full moon,
By the frozen stream
Two lovers are whispering
Though no one else is around
The blooming plum tree
Remembers all of the words
Spoken beneath it
He opens a file he's kept
From when he was in college
Archaeologists
On their summer vacation
Sort fragments and shards
On the ledge of the mountain
A pine tree and a boulder
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