In Not the Apple I first felt winter's approach but then something deeper struck me. It spoke not of winter's blight but a fall from grace ...
from what I did,
and what I failed to do ...
The blame is mine, no other's.
I was in Philadelphia the beginning of this past week. As I walked those streets I saw them there ... Overwintering.
Are the words of The Last of Them the sun's reflection that comes to melt and warm your heart after the bitter chill melancholy of the words that came before. The assuredly did for me.