The Winter Hasn’t Been Cold, Exactly

All the quaking
And trembling things
That surround you
Or that flutter

Inside of you,
Inside your thoughts,
Inside your chest,
That never rest,

Whatever hints,
This won’t be long,
We can’t hold on—
Marcescent leaves,

Shaking heartbeats,
Corner quivers,
Shadowed flickers—
That’s what shivers.