Winter Arrival
By Linda Helmich
© Nov. 9, 1985
Day after day,
Week after week,
As summer ends
And autumn reigns,
For me,
There is an undercurrent
Of dread.
Our enemy
Is crouching nearby,
And will soon attack.
I know it,
And that knowledge
Brings with it
A kind of tension.
Then, one night,
While we sleep unguarded,
The world around us
Is changed.
But it is not a vicious
Or violent attack.
We wake
To a soft blue purity,
Reminiscent of carefree innocence.
Gentle flakes sift down
In a leisurely
But determined fashion,
Bestowing peace
On everything below,
Releasing the tension,
And it is good.
Fire sale
By JM Jesse
Glenwood Springs
Godforsaken times
A reckoning close at hand
Devil buying souls