Whirling thoughts

Those winter breezes

gently carry my thoughts all

the way to your door..



Soft grounded undulations

prinked and bathed in lazy lambence.

Yielding under the sun’s caress,

sweet but bitter as winter-bitten leaves

litter the saturated ground

where scattered shadows play

and lay on little lakes

of changeable blues.

The eye, flooded by hues

drinks the scene –

its gasp bundled away

on the billowing swell of a

winnowing wind.