fall awakening

i awoke to the chilly fingers icy cold around the throat of my world

now would come the theater of survival for my outdoor friends

cat's huddled in corners, birds sitting still flowers asleep in their seeds

tomorrow may bring snow, who knows.

but today just glimmers and slivers of color dot the sky and paint the ground

welcome father winter, welcome mother cold we await your first blankets of white.

 

 

Done