Field Notes of Weather: A Winter Poem
Like radio static, the seasons reach for each other’s signals
A fresh poem! I confess I don’t enjoy Novembers so I’m glad it’s done - things turn darker so swiftly, the days get impossibly short, and work, instead of winding down, insists on keeping up an annoying pace. But winter itself, at its heart, I do love. It’s been slow to come here in the American South, so this is a poem somewhat about the slow, reluctan…