The sky moves as fast as the days are short.
Cold is gathering, gathering, gathering.
The river moans
as ice begins to creep from bank to bank
silencing it for the winter.
a herringbone design.
With a blanket of hay
the garden is tucked in for the winter,
snug as a bug.
Naked branches await
their winter coats of white.
In the quiet of the valley
farms and forest prepare themselves
for the demands of winter.
A frozen wave encircles the dormer window.
The tube can be ridden from inside the house
until it is dissolved by the sun.
The cement child with his faithful squirrel
wears his winter cloths
a cap and shawl of snow.
Snow covers the land with quiet,
muting the colors of Fall.
Winter’s paintbrush holds a thousand shades of grey.
The days grow shorter, the land lays dormant.
Rest is essential to creation.
Winter will gestate Spring.
Bold as a butterfly’s wing
foliage sears color into our memory
before the white blanket of winter descends.
The roses bow their heads
in respect to winter.
At the edge of a mountain of color
the Christmas trees wait for their season.