Seasons

Shivering cold

Cobblestone road

Slipping on diamonds and silver



A funeral for the leaves

A eulogy in the breeze

A hymn for the bones of winter



The geese have already

Buried their heads

And a full moon over mine

Tells me it's time

To start thinking about hibernation



First nap in the night

And the first crack in the ice

Of the pond

And the first lights of the season



When the children have already

Buried their heads

It's quiet, alone, cobblestone road

Waits for the first snow of December



A song for the dead leaves

The brine and the breeze

A poem for the bones of winter