From the doorway of winter
we watch autumn pass;
frost is in her hair,
her fingers are heavy with cold.
We see the tree turn to glass
and the earth to wood
and hear the cry of a lingering bird
against the metal sky.
Hushed and huddled, I hold you close
as early snowflakes flutter down
like wounded moths
and soon will blanket all our world
with white as bright as sunlight
on an open palm.
We will slumber till the spring
in a winding sheet of ice
and waken in a land of gentle rain
and radiant sun and see again
our valiant friends of old.
Hugo DeSarro is a writer, poet, and playwright and has published poems, stories, and essays in a wide variety of publications throughout the world including Snowy Egret, Christian Science Monitor, Black Bear Review, Pulsar (UK), Poesy, Fairfield Review, Colorado Review, The Oklahoma Review, Calliope, Poetry Depth Quarterly, and Eureka Literary Magazine. He also writes a weekly column for The Rivereast newspaper in CT. Along with his writing, he has worked as an adjunct instructor in English and Literature at the University of Hartford, and has remained active in the local community, giving poetry classes and readings in various CT schools, libraries, senior centers, rehab centers, and rest homes. He has received numerous honors for his writing such as the Certificate of Achievement from the National Humane Society, First Prize in the Greyhound Bus National Essay Contest, 2005 Best Poetry Submission from The Oklahoma Review, and multiple awards from the annual Altrusa.
By Hugo DeSarro