Autumn exhales, long and slow Spent - by the harvest And the felling of leaves; Tugging at the last brown stragglers. The barren maples and birch Palaver on winter preparations Warily eyeing the constant conifers Who hold tight their secrets. Time is ever even but our division Shifts toward the night. Drifts From the light to algid evenings Descending toward the solstice. And then, though imperceptible Days stretch for the celebrations Late in the season, late in the year. December's denouement.
(c) 2012, Norman Dziedzic Jr.