Fall Wind
Pods of summer crowd around the door;
I take them in the autumn of my hands.
Last night I heard the first cold wind
outside; the wind blew soft
and yet I shivered twice;
Once for thin walls,
once for the sound of time.
William Stafford
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1 comment:
Another fine example of poetry doin' it's job of bring tears to my gut.
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