Thursday, December 7, 2023


How fast the day goes 
now that no leaves trap 
and hold the light close. 

Darkness falls, dense 
and cold as snow, 

chokes off 
the sparrows' song, 
covers up the roads—

as if some motor 
in the center of the planet 
were broken 

and the whole thing
quit spinning; 

some weight, 
once imbued with the lightness 
of motion 

has been loosed upon
our souls, and it now threatens 
never to leave.