slow snakes digest in increments
even slower things with legs
on barely warm sidewalks in autumn
cold fish slowed by ever colder hands
float beneath the soon to be
rough surface of escalating ice
fallen leaves are hallowed shelters
where the sighs of spent bugs accrue
into sibilant songs that the wind intones
spiders vacate winter jacket-sleeves
before the onset of human arms
to darker places where eggs may dream
mice feel the pull of heated rooms
where crumbs will slowly migrate
from beneath tables to behind walls
birds, flirting with deep attraction roost
still bonded, they dream of springtime
and the gentle increase of warmth and light...
lucy meskill
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