Published November 24, 2010 at 12:01 p.m.
Come inside now.
Stand beside the warming stove.
Watch out through the windows as
a cold rain tears down
the last leaves.
The larder full of dried herbs,
hot peppers, chutneys,
jellies, jams, dill pickles,
pickled relishes,
pickled beets.
The freezer full of frozen greens —
chard and spinach, collards, kale —
green beans, basil, red sauces,
applesauce and
smoked meats.
The woodshed dry and full of wood,
winter squashes stashed away.
Down cellar: potatoes, carrots,
crock of sauerkraut.
Come inside now.
Stand beside the warming stove.
Listen. Wait.
— David Budbill
Vermont poet David Budbill’s most recent book is While We’ve Still Got Feet (Copper Canyon Press, 2005). His new book of poems, Happy Life, is due from Copper Canyon Press in September 2011.
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