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).

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