Looking Out on First Snow

Feeling the pulling in of winter - 

of the light - of my heart . . .

End of the Season

Most of the leaves have fallen down - 

or been pushed off as one scientist put it recently,

by the chemical coursing through the branches.

Fallen down feels gentler.

I pause -

step away from my windy life,

unplug the phone,

to paint these dying leaves. . .