I try to remember the colors of autumn
Laid bare by my winter
Colors traded for lasting shadows upon this land
Woodlands and hills framed in everlasting greys
In absence of harvesting nature’s bounty
Abandoned to the fields
Mercy and deeds
Traded for some unknown fate
In this upcoming winter
My time is well spent indoors
Framed by only windows
Overlooking my Lake Ann
Fragments of silver threads
Held in some mystic realm
Loneliness seeps inward
Caught in hush morning light
Flickering in fireplace flames
Teetering just beneath reason and feelings
Chasing a life that could have been . . . or that is to be . . .
