Waiting For Winter

Essence of autumn leaves

Falling. falling

Slip through wrinkled fingers

Onto slick, wet grass


Sun struggles to be bright

And is yet frailer

Overwhelmed with clouds

And shadowy rain


The leaves are now scattered

Ripe berries left for bird’s beaks

Branches drowsy for sleep

Until next spring


Boots and sweaters

Abound in this weather

Looking for something warm

In a paper cup


Waiting for the snow

Waiting for the frost

Waiting for the cold

Waiting for winter


© 2015 Valerie Hathaway

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