I know the wind is coming today —
a prediction our weathermen inevitably
get right even when they too often
ready us for a rain that disappoints,
but the wind, we West Texans know,
will come. This day will bring
a northern gust, a cool turning to
a colder rush, a reminder that winter
still waits to have its full measure.
Though these past months have been
a forced hibernation, a reclusive
separation, we still face the cold
mornings of December, the settling
of January’s shadows, and the long
bleak weeks it takes February
to remind us why we need
March, the return of stems breaking
through the rested soil when the silent
season surrenders to a time of growth
as the world wakes from a dormant slumber
and we begin to plow, to nourish,
to push our hands deep into the ground,
all life thawing, releasing the budding
hopes we dreamed throughout
the fallow nights of our necessary winter.
—C.L. Fisher, December 2020
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