Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com
December Through the Windshield
The windshield wipers hiss-scratch-thunk, scratch-thunk
Scratch-thunk against the pre-dawn wind and rain
Thick sodden leaves protest against their fall
And cling forlornly until swept away
To disappear into the autumn night
Their loss unseen by two frail beams of light
Patrolling in advance, into the cold
Pgnoring the casualties left behind
December hastens to the year’s end while
The windshield wipers hiss-scratch-thunk, scratch-thunk
No comments:
Post a Comment