November 7, 2011

I felt it in my bones...the coming storm,
autumn newly here as the wind blew strong.
I lay in my bed, struggling to sleep,
as rain became snow and fell the night long.

The tree branches groaned and wind chimes were clanging.
A dog in the distance, barked, howled and whined.
My body surrendered to much need rest,
yet the cry of the wind haunted my mind.

The leaves are still green on most of the trees;
the elms are only now beginning to blush.
Time and its pace are boldly out of sync;
the days go so swiftly, a constant rush.

Morning arrives with a blanket of snow
and at least three inches cover the ground.
The snow is untouched everywhere I look.
Try as I might, I strain to hear a sound.

There’s no sign of movement, no cars or birds.
The wind does not rustle one single leaf.
If not for the sun, I would feel alone,
lost in this moment of beauty and grief.

The sun would break the silence with its warmth,
as bits of snow fell from tree branches high.
Free am I from the spell, and now grateful,
for snowmelt shall now quench the earth gone dry.