Wintering – RootsRewound

Spring

The earth stretches herself awake In a months-long yawn, Ebbing gently into the day of the year. The last hour of rest savored Under the warm cover of her Fall-gathered blanket and winter duvet: The last growth which drew out her strength Now restoring that energy against The riotous clamor of the pollen-drunk morning.

November Storm

Insistent drips trail the glass Into a smear of green and gray Kaleidoscopic with wind-tossed leaves, Red, yellow, and brown, Indeterminately pressed in place Until this room becomes the world.