Slow down you anxious mind,
set free of the day
put on your coat, your scarf
step outside
if you watched
the falling of the snow
caught in the light, the sky
falling to the ground
swirling, pulled,
in eddies and whirls
landing, light, heavy
upon the fallen leaves
fading yellow, to rust
the oaks and the maples soon buried
under a blanket of white
November 19, 2011
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage.
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