White Sky

Let the old dead
make room for the new dead
drawing the curtains
in the big house next door
Neighbors all gone out
into the descending white sky.

Winter's in the air
heavy footsteps on frozen leaves
cloudy breath behind windshields
ice on the evergreens
dark limbs raised on high
the month we call November

The girl grew up
the family moved away
leaving snow drifts in the backyard
and in gray fields beyond
where my friend and I celebrated
the winter solstice, young
and not yet noticing
the encroaching white sky.

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