The Approach of Winter

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Young and stupid, I thought of old poets
depressed by the approach of winter
as damaged trees, as lame dogs,
lacking the lean into headwind.
But the seasons teach us, and woe
unto you whom the sand-sided wind
does not cut in November, for you
no time or temper is passing.
They were right to be glum,
Frost, Wordsworth, Williams:
We step into our own leaves
leaving each November door.

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