And the Dew Turned to Frost

December came late this year
around mid march
and the dew on the bricks next door
was still dew

Jack frost must be on vacation

She came late with the winter
her plane from Boston
landed in the first freeze
in the ides
and the dew turned to frost on the bricks

She must have brought the chill

Her breath held my ear
from a distance
but only silence spoke to us

In its weariness to sleep
and the dew turned to frost on the bricks

And the dew turned to frost.