Winters bitter wind Leaves racing by my window Fall’s fleeting color
Winters bitter wind Leaves racing by my window Fall’s fleeting color
Disappearing leaves Bare limbs reveal a grey sky Lost days repeating
Yellowing leaves fall Glimmering gold in the light My breath turns to ice
Watching skies turn grey Wind blown yellow leaves in flight Gliding in warm doors
Colored leaves shifting Transforming before my eyes Falling silently
It is still early Everything may still change So, hope is the key
The last lawn mower To begin hibernation Roars past my window
Searching for insight With my head in the ether In this morning light
A day of shadows Visiting old memories Found in old scrapbooks
As all these colors are spreading across the sky and you are here now •
The rising tide 