Winter's Edge

Winter’s Edge

This morning I saw a boat,

Overturned for the season,

Oars beneath,

Peeking,

Hiding, and waiting,

For, their owner’s return,

Winter’s edge,

Shadows long,

Too, long for this time in the morning,

Grasses which remain are brown and bending,

And, I am tending to lean with them,

Not to submit,

(I am a man, not sexist, but a man)

But, emotion pulls me,

Toward long shadows,

I love this Winter’s edge!

Peter Lowell Paulson

November 5, 2014