Season Poem by r james sterzinger

I.
the birds now decide to leave
the trees shed their leaves
we wrap up the plants
search the skies for change

II.
soon the girls wrap themselves
in furs like beautiful cocoons
while we men scrape snow
warm up cars, curse
dead batteries and slippery
roads. I myself
walk the silenced streets
it is the time I am to be
found among what is dead
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III.
I dislike the winter
I have a distaste
for snow for cold
but the dark works for me
the night lights give me comfort
this quietest season gives me peace
my desperateness finds hope
under the crunch of snow.