THE BRIEF WARMTH...
The brief warmth of sunlight fades beneath the winter clouds
That touched the locust trees late in the morning
Limbs bared against the wind
A rustle in the doss beneath give signs of life
While death and the red tailed hawk glide above
Seeking to complete natures circle
The creek seems empty, clear
Life well hid deep below
Nature stripped to its essence
So stark, so bare
So elegant, so alone
So cold
(2013)
