Tis the season
of crinkle leaf
windy branch dark
against slate sky.
Here clouds roll
air bites cold
breathing woody smoke
and frosty damp.
Life huddles
squinty-eyed
and misty breath
waiting for spring.
Tis the season
of crinkle leaf
windy branch dark
against slate sky.
Here clouds roll
air bites cold
breathing woody smoke
and frosty damp.
Life huddles
squinty-eyed
and misty breath
waiting for spring.