Sullen clouds
brood
over evening
heavy
with rain
and ill omens;
my troubled mind
burdens
my heart
with worry
and darkness
Seasons
suspended
in fog
between
autumn
winter
spring
dawn and
day
night and
now
wish
worry and
when;
the illusion is
you
are standing still
for
the solid earth
beneath your feet
is
moving
spinning
closer
to dark
to winter
to change
Dawn
snow
transforms
familiar paths
into
an ancient
forest
illuminated in
mysterious
primeval
blue
Car wheels
rushing
in rain;
stormy waves
breaking
at double
speed
Lady Sun
nestles beneath
a cloud comforter
of lavender
and flame,
hugging close
a few moments
more
of warmth
before emerging
to Winter’s
icy
brittle day
A single
flake
withers
in my cupped palm;
a storm’s worth
blots out
the sky
Evening
comes early
clothed in veils
of faded blue daylight
and soft gray
twilight