posted on: November 17, 2011
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields,
that it kisses them so gently?
And then covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt;
and perhaps it says
"Go to sleep, darlings, till summer comes again."
I'm so inspired by the seasons, and by their fluttered colors--
it feels even Wordsworthian, or Keats-ish inside.
I'm thankful, this year, for the most genuine autumn,
and for shared anticipation of silencing winter.