Winter Changes

We had wondered how long
December’s remarkably mild beginning
could last.

We know now:
eight days,
eleven hours,
give or take.

Leaving church just before noon
on the ninth day,
we felt the wind coming from the north,
the beginning of a hard change
that would be below freezing by mid-afternoon.

In late afternoon, we moved the horses
into the small lot by the shed,
the only place where they would have
some shelter from the wind.

Then, we walked back toward the house,
into the sending cut,
to finish moving the outdoor pots
into a place
where they might make it through the winter
without splintering from the freeze.

It would have been easier
in last week’s warmth,
but would have lacked the urgency
of a single-digit wind chill
and the long, lean edge
of a slate gray cloud bank
blanking out the setting sun beyond the hills.

H. Arnett
12/10/12

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About Doc Arnett

Native of southwestern Kentucky currently living in Blair, Kansas, with my wife of twenty-five years, Randa. We have, between us, eight children and twenty-one grandkids. We enjoy singing, worship, remodeling and travel.
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