Monday, January 1, 2024

Summer Light and Winter Wine

it’s light in the house in summer
laundry breeze-blown on the lines
the light of winter low and cold
a snow hill’s harsh incline
the word summer is a lantern
a vegetable on the vine
winter’s word is hanging dead
but the sweeter grapes for wine
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