Winter In Themountains Poem by jackilton peachum

WINTER IN THE MOUNTAINS
Winter came quickly by the high road.
Spring and summer
went out by the low, the valley road,
and left the world to autumn.
He, Fall, came slowly,
tracing delicate fingers
along the surface of dusty farm windows,
writing his name on the faces of leaves
blown upward by the wind.
One morning there was a sheet of ice over the river.
This morning I had to break the spring free.
When I last saw you the leaves were flying-
now the house sits dark in a field of white,
the honking cry of the last wild geese
falls out of the western sky.