I need to find a place to dry my shoes
  and a fresh towel after a hot shower,
    then clean sheets tucked tight beneath the corners
      of the bed. I’ve been too long in the wind,
      too long among the tree limbs all thinned
    of leaves and life. While winter’s bare mourners
  rake their naked claws against the towers
of the earth; I need a place to dry my shoes.


Other poems on Moss Kingdom about winter: