9-12-14
Each Fall summer lies
down to sleep, forest floor
a red and gold mattress.
~ Mary Weems
and on and on
Here it is snowing
gently, quietly,
relentlessly.
My walk in this morning
the snow falls
accumulating softly.
Slippery on my way home.
It’s winter.
Encountered a couple of deer,
a lovely yellow tree
that hadn’t lost its color yet,
red leaves underfoot.
Cold, though.
Only a half hour
before giving in
to the desire for warmth.
I stole
your goosedown comforter
to keep me warm at night.
~ Mary Turzillo