In the Bleak Late Fall

In the bleak late fall, warmish wind made moan,  Earth stood spongey black mud, water drips from stone;  Rain had fallen, rain on rain, rain on rain,  In the bleak late fall, snow is gone.  I don’t believe there will be a white Christmas in Wisconsin this year. The forecast is not promising. If the rain of yesterday and today had been snow, we would be buried in a blanket of white. If the warmth of these days had beenRead more