{day one}

{the poem}

peace of late fall

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