I awoke to snow;
just lightly dusting all the
last bits of color.

The afternoon gray
was swept away by cold winds
stinging with brightness.

Little yellow tree
still hangs on to the last of
late autumn's bright fire.

I feel old today.
I am footsore and tired
and missing my youth.

Night falls so quickly
there is a comfort in dark
that blankets all thought.

Birds peck the sparse grass
storing up fuel for later;
I must put out seeds.

The sun is hiding
behind the grayish blue clouds-
moon's color lingers.