Thursday, December 9, 2010


Leaves fall in the wind
A breeze blows through
The branches
The birds sway
Huddle closer in
While perched
Thinking about
Autumn’s sun
and last chances
To glory
Before the snows fly
Before the sun is not warm
Just light
Breezes disappear
In favor of winds
Day surrenders to night
When winter is sleep
And the darkness grows
By the day
The birds watch
And wait
For the time
For one final repast
Before they fly away