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Premonition of Winter

by Kevin T. McEneaney
Tue Oct 16th, 2018

When brown-red leaves dance in autumn wind

and the cries of crickets no longer sing,

heart grows sterner, appetite increases,

wanton thoughts rage before the coming freeze.

Heavy rain warns of blankety-blank snow.


Then levity strikes like lightning forking:

there is something comic about four seasons,

scene of fluctuating foliage,

sense of major obstacles subdued, nailed.


Fire in the wood-stove or fireplace

resembles fire in the mind and heart.

Roil of constant changes creates adept

adaptation to evolving concepts.

Living at extremes demands un-caged art.