

Sunset
Red streaks stain an
Icy canvas, orange
Hues slide slowly between the trees,
Frosty limbs masking the death of
Each weary day, waiting
For destinies
New dawn


Sunset
Red streaks stain an
Icy canvas, orange
Hues slide slowly between the trees,
Frosty limbs masking the death of
Each weary day, waiting
For destinies
New dawn

Canada geese fleeing the scene the day before a storm.
Escape
The coming storm,
Wings beating a hasty
Retreat, winters wrath the next stop?
A pledge made, subliminal path
Helping the flock to flee
Avoiding strife
Relief
Cold winds and grey skies,
Promised chaos,
The throes and woes of winter,
Today, the calm before the storm.
Still, the black lab walks the frozen earth,
Nose raised in anticipation,
Seeking confirmation,
Sensing transformation,
Sacrificing everything.
Softly each flake falls,
Hexagonal perfection
Transcendent splendor
Quiet calm sweeps over the woods as
Peaceful fluffy flakes softly fall.
Wrapped in a cloak of winter,
Each inhabitant surveys the new landscape,
As an unspoiled white blanket awaits.
Thick clouds rolling in
Winters tale will soon be told
Falling softly now
Children smile, hoping, seeking
The fallacy of lost time

Thanksgiving is here, in less than a week,
The leaves have all fallen, all past their peak,
With visions of turkey, football and rest,
And a good nights rest I thought would be best.
So I went to bed and the sky was clear,
The threat of snow? There was no fear.
So when I awoke in the morning and rubbed the sleep from my eyes,
I looked out the door and got a surprise,
It was during the night and while I was sleeping,
That snow had fallen, was I still dreaming?
But it wasn’t a dream, it all was to true,
Snow was now here, I hadn’t a clue.
So why do I worry? Why do I fret?
I’m not really ready, to see the white yet.
Winter
Dark swirling clouds
The slushy cocoon, a blessing
Intense
(Cinquain 2, 4, 6, 8, 2)