Like an ice-eyed closer
winter stares down
the landscape

Turns base paths
into frozen scars

Glazes the mound
with frost that
crunches underfoot

Stiffens once-green
blades of grass
brown now as an
old ball sodden
with damp

Dugout rooftops
peer out from the drifts
barren outposts of
retreated summer

and warning track
contentious arenas
a season past
lie buried in
waiting for the
boys of summer
to scoop and fire
the blazing coals
that will thaw
the frozen air