Late Season Communique
    Footnotes

    “Late Season Communique,” Ensign, Nov. 1971, 56

    Late Season Communique

    Winter won everything last night. The frost

    Captured each hollow place; ice moved ahead,

    Sealing off puddles. Tall plants, having lost

    A final skirmish, stand inert and dead.

    No longer fragrant, showing less and less

    The wild, sharp colors of their bloomful days,

    Roses retreat to petaled scentlessness,

    While lost deciduous leaves flee separate ways.

    These grim maneuvers, these strategic feints

    Reveal once more the final phase begun;

    Once more a propaganda artist paints

    Bright, temporary beauty. Winter won

    Everything last night. Now a dull breeze

    Twists blasted leaves—old summer memories.