The fog wraps around my
brittle fingers.
Clinging to the steering wheel,
7:55 am.

The air on the road muddy ahead,
Rest my soul.
I know where to go.

2 pm, the sun is
Aglow.
Bright red nose,
The river sure looks cold.

Another autumn walk,
Thanking the sun,
For that little bit a warmth.
Soak it in,
Summer is long on the run.

Winter on her tail,
All the ice she will bring.
Trees all in different shades,
Some with the leaves fully bled.  

Those sturdy evergreens.
Unshaken by
Winterous Waves.

We’re all in a different place,
But winter will greet us all,
Just the same.