Issue 13
Lure
Sue Miller
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To You, In Warmer Climes
I would send you frost from my window pane at first light
as we threw off the quilt and prickled at the crisp;
I think you must miss this. So I would seduce you anew, and
these would be my gifts:
cool-blooded blue of morning asters,
sweet, wet smell of new cut grass,
wool sweater nights and
short-sleeved days
all gold aslant the afternoon
before the chill stills the land.
September's wan days will slip away, and
I would have you here with me.
But the sun is in your blood you said,
and your fire, though stoked by change of season
would fade as the days paled and shadows stretched longer,
reaching 'cross the browning for the freeze.
In the cold your quick would slow;
my heart knows this as well as it knows your own.
But I'd light a fire in the hearth, to keep you.
I'd be your heat,
for I would have you here with me.
Instead, I'll send this leaf,
Autumn's first blood,
badge of New England.
It shall be my Mercury, winging south aflame and fading,
to speak for me:
this is my home,
and I would have you
here with me.
~Sue Miller
Sue Miller works with words and numbers, plants and paints. She edits poetry for NFG Magazine (www.nfg.ca). She has recently begun to play the violin. Email.
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