Howdy winter
Why do you hide the sun
You rush her out with a frown and darkness you beckon with open arms
Eleven in the morn resembles three on the leeward side of noon
Into the witching hour seventeen hours you transform
Over the Michigan down you pull the dark nimbers
The lake touches the sky a stone’s throw away
Of their green and yellow and red and purple and orange, the trees you rob
Naked to the bone they stand
Their barrenness proclaiming defenselessness and desperation