Saturday, November 11, 2006

This Fall

Cool orange afternoons swirl into
cold grey evenings that come earlier
each day

Dry rustling leaves blow loose
some piled in yards and at curbs
sweeper takes all but a few ragged clumps

Pull doors shut against gusts of wind
plastic ripples at the windows
loose gutter taps against the siding

This fall leads to winter
white and crisp as death should be
we tuck ourselves away

1 comment:

Angela said...

I can see it, hear it, feel it.

Thanks for bringing it to life.