I linger here for awhile ~
Even though these late Fall days are held
Hell-bound in a blast of frozen Artic air.
The last of the Pinnaquin Oak leaves
Are still falling swiftly in a downward cascade
Fully seen by a bright blue sky as it waits
And a Red-tailed Hawk eyes the knee-deep covered woodland forest floor.
I once held onto each autumn day ~
Now I hold onto even the coldest of days.
Have you really looked through the winter greys and walked side-by-side their barness?
In winter the earth rests in brilliance of variance and form
Scenes unseen in autumn, spring or summer!