Fire growing in the tree leaves Apples falling to the ground Life falling into silence Light leaves without a sound
Wind wailing on the windows Ice is swirling under toe North now attacks with armies, a Thousand little flakes of snow. Each night and cloudy morning Recall the coming dawning.
Silent and shiv’ring comes Pricks of green without warning Rising from a frozen grave Insisting on winter’s falling. Now and then a brief retreat Going, coming now to greet
Sun and black hot pavement days. Under shade and blue house eaves, Mornings burst with scent of flowers. Make a wish on puffball seeds Ere the days return to dying Resuming fire leaves.