gloomy winter morn
accepting impending doom
free to live at last
gloomy winter morn
accepting impending doom
free to live at last
gaps in the fence
letting through winter sunbeams
journey home begins
winter morning glow
through crisscrossing contrails
drew drops on windshield
autumn leaves are gone
empty limbs lift heavenward
time to grow in depth
the sun reverses course
science says its about angles
let sleeping bears be