painfully beautiful poem that needs to be shared

Just read this on my daily poem that Garrison Keillor so diligently, kindly sends me – a true friend, that one. It’s too too good not to share. It’s this line that makes it for me: There are toothaches hidden in this wind. WOW!

Now
by Greg Watson

I told you once when we were young that
we would someday meet again.
Now, the years flown past, the letters
unwritten, I am not so certain.

It is autumn. There are toothaches hidden
in this wind, there are those determined
to bring forth winter at any cost.
I am resigned to dark blonde shadows