Caesura in Sepia.

sharp and fresh

stirring my warm body

from the dullness

of a late fall slumber

it lasts so long these days

damp and dreary

when the crunch of the leaves

turns to the crunch of ice

and the fiery red leaves of fall

tumble slowly

into the subdued white

wings of change

it is time to slow,

to take shelter from

The storm.

your blood runs thicker

in the winter

hardening you for

freezing

everyday landscapes

unfurling into tiny fractal miracles

magic

settles like

a cold blanket

of shimmering dust

preparing the earth

for sleep

and me

for whatever

comes

next.