Cold no longer subtle,
as the shifts started in September
as we finished framing a house.
Hurry, get the roof on.
Cold now in September
as I clear the garden beds,
knocking loose a few last
golden potatoes and carrots
with sunburned indigo shoulders.
It's an insistent chill. An overture
to a Winter suite. An advance-team
working for an immanent season
that bides its clime in gravitational
patterns. A shirt under
a flannel work-shirt--then and now--
soaks up sweat & cold startles
the skin when wind rouses itself.
This is a ritual annoyance
that flavors wistful weariness
when I pick up a rake or a shovel.
hans ostrom 2017
as the shifts started in September
as we finished framing a house.
Hurry, get the roof on.
Cold now in September
as I clear the garden beds,
knocking loose a few last
golden potatoes and carrots
with sunburned indigo shoulders.
It's an insistent chill. An overture
to a Winter suite. An advance-team
working for an immanent season
that bides its clime in gravitational
patterns. A shirt under
a flannel work-shirt--then and now--
soaks up sweat & cold startles
the skin when wind rouses itself.
This is a ritual annoyance
that flavors wistful weariness
when I pick up a rake or a shovel.
hans ostrom 2017
