Winter Love


Looking out across Lake Superior

from my little hill atop the world

watching clouds gather


The last remnants of summer linger

like clinging to an old love affair

and now ………Winter approaches


He does not loom on the horizon

Waiting to pounce on the unsuspecting few

 Not at all “……like a thief in the night.”
Rather ……Nature rises and disrobes
reaching high with outstretched arms

welcoming the inevitable


He will cover Her with His cold, white blanket

slowing [cooling] Her life force

allowing Her to curl inward

Gentle peace

An inescapable


©  Sailor (Michael Granucci) Fall, 1991

December 11, 2012