One Poem by Peter Lattu

winter

the fig trees are bare
to winter’s blast
no longer sheltering
our southern glass
leafless to the storm
and winter’s cold
all bare
letting in
the wan winter sun
bringing no warmth
at all
to chase the chill away
winter’s here to stay
the dark is closing in
to take
the warmth away
until
spring glows green

{Poem by Peter Lattu}