scudding clouds forewarn
forces churn beyond our sight
tie the summer down!
the old tree wants in
its branches scratch my window
i bolt shut my door
snowflakes swoop and slide
dancing random pirouettes
my tongue tastes their deaths
winter stalks despair
like a pack of lean white wolves
let your soul burn hot
memories of love
tongues flesh limbs lips and laughter
the promise of spring
Glenn Munroe has worked as a letter carrier, landscaper, taxi driver, environmental advocate, government manager, small business owner, and consultant. He has always been an avid organic gardener. He has been writing poetry all his life, but until recently has only published non-fiction writing related to his environmental work. Currently, he is a senior policy analyst for the Environment Commissioner of Ontario.
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