Today's poem is by David Budbill

When the Tamaracks Turn Yellow

When the tamaracks turn yellow
and the mountaintops are white,

after all the tourists have gone away—
because they think there is nothing left

to see—then those of us who stay, we
hunker down in sweet silence,

blessed emptiness, and
get ready for the coming snow.

Copyright © 2018 David Budbill All rights reserved
from Tumbling toward the End
Copper Canyon Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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