Scant light flirts with
clarity in bland
winter sky. Naked
trees huddle loyally
in frosty breeze.
Touch evades,
dormant kisses.
Succumbing, you
hole up with Neruda,
form a pact with night’s
descending net, invent
another version of
shacking up,
elope with a shadow.
Originally published in a different form, and as “Daylight Savings Ends”, in Verse-Virtual (2015).