The Afternoon of Winter

by Franco Bertucci

It's the afternoon of winter
and my mother is getting fed up.
She is still tan from last summer.
She is like a fig tree in a rain forest
and smokes to fend off the damp,
drinks coffee to keep her figure.

It's the afternoon of winter
and it is trying to last forever-
but it won't, thank heaven,
because our firewood won't either
and my mother is getting fed up.

Awkward Guy

Poems and other embarassing things. 2011 Franco Bertucci