Take the slow way home along River Road.
Rest on the shoulder, marvel at the canopy of clouds.
the sky gathers greyness and weight
and pushes itself upon us blanketing us with
anticipation in the stillness and the stirring smell of approaching snow.
The southern wind announces Spring is on her way to us.
These clouds are ruffles on her petticoats.
Cozy on the couch beneath the quilt
daydreams gather and drift by like the clouds.
Black branches against brilliant blue
whispers of clouds wandering by
Through storms and bright blue bitter cold
tenacity holds the leaf to the stem.
A walk in the woods
by the light of the moon