• A vibrant glaze slips upon the busy hillside
    Blowing a blue chill like notes from an angry Saxaphone
    Upon the unsespecting hollow heart world
    Hunkering down the brown leaf child of fall
    And causing a pond frog to scream
    His protest at the dormant mud
    And with a simple dark shade
    Closes the lid
    Closes the winterscape
    Closes the world
    For now.