ready for winter

Do you see every brittle twig

fallen on the forest floor,

the great fields,

stripped just after harvest,

frozen under the snow,

earth’s back bared,

waiting for the blade’s cut?

My spotless window

killed the finch midflight;

I know because I’m looking at her,

still, fallen and cold,

called before her time.

I know; I saw what happened.

Do you see?

Do you care?

When you prepare for winter,

do you collect or purge?

……………………

ready for winter

by troy cady