Chasten Us All

 

Winter Begins

The black latch
on the gate beneath
the dark pines,
where a splay of needles
soften, brown
under shadow’s cold heft,
has broken.

Listen –
the gate creeks,
swinging open,
shut,
bullied by a wind
that will labor
to chasten us all.

 

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