Winter Knocked In Vain
Winter knocked
but no one answered.
Since Summer went on holiday
and Spring is still in bed.
Autumn hears but is sunk so deeply,
so comfortably
into the pumpkin colored easy chair
that it cannot be bothered
to get up and relinquish
the leaves off the trees
or the puffs of dandelion seeds
or the ghost of a warm breeze
which haunts the days.
So, Winter knocks in vain.
Copyright © Gail Manwell | Year Posted 2023
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