north wind caterwauls
chilling late October morn
pampas grass shivers
fall settling in
on a heart that’s winding down
north wind caterwauls
turning blood to sluggish ice
death looms over horizon
©2026 Kate Wolfe
Featured image is my own manipulated photo.
Definitely fits the winter vibe, at least its most desolate ravines…; -)
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Thanks, Liam. I wrote the poem shortly after my husband went on Hospice.
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Understandably a bleak time…
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An excellent poem, Kathy. Very sad.
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Thank you, Alan. That’s life…sad mixed with happy.
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