swirling in eddy
shriveled images of fall
with no place to go
recall the memories of
joyous seasons in the sun
swirling in eddy
shriveled images of fall
with no place to go
recall the memories of
joyous seasons in the sun
just before the storm
everything seems to move
half a beat faster
train whistles at night
haunting the dreams of many
calling some to work
in the dark
cultivating
the other senses
gazing through the fence
deer chews on winter stubbles
rush hour flows headlong