White tangled branches
form veins of renewal
stirred by the wind
matted upon green
framed by my window
A leaf not yet caught by
autumn shakes suspended
between frozen branches
while winter whistles its lullaby
rocking it back to sleep.
White light threads through layers
of reflections painted upon my windowsill.
Insects of winter-lost sailors
twirl and disappear.
twirl and disappear.
