I opened my eyes on a world lined in a thin crust of white.The last day of September and there is snow on my little hill up North.
I sat for a spell outside. I wanted to savor the lingering warmth and each last yellowed leaf. With the neighbor's dog howling, I took note---green grass, dirt earth, moving river, slight breeze---
I'll stand soon enough on the crystalline curve of winter I think, so for now it's---birch trees bending, warm sun melting, rustle of leaves---