Willard Leroy Metcalf


How is it
That I didn’t notice you
Advancing on my morning
My day
My well laid plans
You crept in
On whispery feet
My cats beside me
Fast asleep
No wind or rattle
At the pane
No sound of wintry battle
A snowy little strategy
A sneak attack
Of peace and still
You bend us lightly
To your will
Without much fuss
Or fight from us
Surrender
We concede




Sara Mathews     March 2019