The Season Turns

Bones of the trees

are showing now,

the terrible light.


Darkness is all

the cold holds, which

shivers out of sight.


The wind carries

on with sadness,

yet leaves no promise.


We hope for more

at summer’s end.

All we have is this.


by Tom Montag


Tom Montag is most recently the author of In This Place: Selected Poems 1982-2013. He is a contributing writer at Verse-Virtual and in 2015 was the featured poet at Atticus Review (April) and Contemporary American Voices (August). Other poems are found at Hamilton Stone Review, The Homestead Review, Little Patuxent Review, Mud Season Review, Poetry Quarterly, Provo Canyon Review, Third Wednesday, and elsewhere.

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