The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,