It didn't snow here tonight
but my guest is late
because an over zealous trucker
got stuck at the curve near Hogback.
The darkness and blustery chatter of the rain
slow the thick quiet with the sudden lack of traffic,
the regular rattle of wheels on Route 9
and chains over brittle rubber traveling east.
Soon the skinny light of December
will shrink with the cold days
and Molly Stark Highway will close
more often than the big rigs
and skiers from CT, MA, and MD would like.
I pull the blanket over aching shoulders
and drink a cup of tea before sleep.
The hum of November
all around like copper leaves
falling to their resting place.
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