Anticipation

Sitting warm enough at my window, watchingthrough the weeks,the leaves all turning,dying, flying–Autumn draining of its color,of its spicy scents and allits memories of Summer… Winter churns and blowsnot so distantly it blustersup among the peaks,breathes out across the plains, all flurrying and hurryingto reclaim the air,the land, the bleakit seeks to hide beneath the …