Rushing

Rushing grey
Cotton Candy
Clouds
Roiling
Boiling
Rolling
Bursting
Rushing
Toward us
White
Whipped
Edges
Promise
Cold
Chilling
Cutting
Icy teeth
Fearful trees
Throw down
Their
Green
Yellow
Red
Orange
Shields
Admitting defeat
Surrendering
Until
Next year’s
Lengthening
Warm days
Bring back
Their strength
And Splendor


Ken Goree