Looking thoughtfully through
thin silhouettes of bark and limbs
I become aware of the private places
that rested behind the verdant
explosion of warmer seasons.
Each falling leaf exposes another
life’s breath. Once, I rued the coming
gray, anxious for warmth’s
protection. Now nature’s painting
speaks to me of winter’s truth.
I have become glad of the withering
with knowledge that the universe
for the heat of slanting sun
through the window.