Grasping fingers reach Stretching under a pale sky As the days grow cold
Grasping fingers reach Stretching under a pale sky As the days grow cold
The dreys are laid bare As the fall leaves disappear A room with a view
The snow is melting This day will soon pass away But not without change
Letting go of fear The ivy whispers to me To sit in silence
Snow falls in silence Washing away the past year Into memory I just tried adding screws (1/2 in) to my running shoes. It’s working great!
Winter storms gather Churning the freezing night air And closing windows
Waiting for the storm Distant thunder whispering As the sky turns grey
The last clinging leaves Are they clinging or pulling? To dance in the wind
Whispers of winter Cold days grow even shorter As the last leaves fall
Winters bitter wind Leaves racing by my window Fall’s fleeting color
The rising tide 