#215 on walking a trail

the black wet leaves are part of the path

black and transforming into ground

i awoke to smashed pumpkins

and a cold that laughed through my fall fleece

the next seven weeks will be cold and dark

the days will be so short they will be the longest of the year

then will come a decorated tree and a new calendar

snow-white snow

and blue-sky-blue blue skies

and the days will grow

shorter in feeling