Steve Klepetar

Early Snow

Today apples tumble
as wind tears them from trees,
and they bounce and roll
in the dying grass

as though you were here again
gathering fruit
with your calloused hands,
your enormous eyes half-closed

coming over the hill
bringing the early snow,
you who crossed the border,
who passed into darkness and night.

Steve Klepetar has recently moved from frigid Minnesota to balmy Massachusetts, but he still has a mind of winter.