First snow on
last leaves
thin on the branch
morning’s snow weighs down each leaf.
Still on the greener side of yellow,
the leaves absorb the insult
then slough their burden as
sunlight unspools.
But all is changed:
the hinge of the year
swings further shut.
-Deborah Sarbin
Deborah Sarbin writes from a small town in northwestern Pennsylvania. Her work has appeared in The Bridge Literary Journal and The Watershed. These poems were inspired by the Objectivist poet Lorene Neidecker.