A racoon sleeps here, A deer often grazes there, Let them be, don’t share.
In the rain and wind, it seems a transparent wall sways; the other side?
Old feelings have died. Quiet; Until a stolen touch. Will they reignite?
Snow in the city, Mostly messy; but for a moment – glorious.
Gray day – dull, muted. Brown lifeless leaves, scattering. Earth ready to sleep.
From towering limbs They drop, gently floating down – Coloring the sky.
Black bodies pulsing, Pecking; An ominous sign? A murder most fowl?
Hello! Do you see? No yet, oh no, but soon – ho! Cold, dark, mean winter!
Enveloped by green. Golden light, birdsong, warm breeze. Quiet contentment.
Burst of flame, pleading A lifeless gray sky, asking To let in some light.