frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory.
Gently
Float down
The afternoon
Brightens now
Lights
Come on
The slow moving
Carousel
Bare armed
Forsythia
Lift
bronzed
Limbs
And pirouette
Like ballerinas
In the wind
But the pine
Demures,
Strikes
A regal pose
Maintaining
A dignity
Of its own
Mute
Half barrels
Fill
With snow
And Bear first fruits
Of wintry cold
And I
By the window
Watch my tiny world
As nature puts
To sleep
Shrubs
And flowers
Tucks them in
From the arctic cold
Beneath a blanket
Of fluffy white snow