Susan Tepper sent us what we hope will be the last winter poem for awhile.

Susan Tepper

Away the Winter

As with the maple your leaves
come off in silent streams

Litter the bed and on the floor
crunching where you
meant to keep

away the winter

hiding behind curtains
crouched in the rafters

Have you heard the windows
gasp— cold and so dark
surely they have died too.

— Susan Tepper

Originally published in ROPES, Galway 2012

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