Here’s to kicking off the first official day of winter….
Winter Traveling Man
It was November he came and went away
like a sudden zephyr in the sky.
I was just another station along his pathway,
he, another pass-her-by.
But he moved me
at the turnstile.
I welcomed him gladly
and for a moment,
I was madly
enamored and rapt.
He fed me a pass-
and of course I took it.
My eyes glinted,
his legs shook,
but anything else from him was just hinted-
this, I never mistook.
of those minuscule moments we had
but he I do not miss.
No point to pine for the perennial nomad
for him I have not shed a tear,
since I knew I was a station.
I could not have gone places with him.
To think otherwise would be a silly whim.
This would have caused him consternation…
Frankly, of this he would not hear!