{the poem}
the dark grey tint of the sky
reminds me its almost winter
leaves slowly disappear
remnants the belated fall season
birds of all kinds fly forever
soaring to a warmer destination
no snow to cover the frosted ground
bitter gusts of wind catch my breath
trees dance to the beat of the afternoon traffic
one child stands alone, waiting
a fire burns in a nearby chimney
smoke floats through the bricks
meshes with the cool air
i smell the heat of the burnt wood
my feet tingle, i realize
i am standing in a pool of water
alone, surrounded by peace
*k 11.21.09
