The drape of blue, green vines
that hung and fell with beads of water perfume
of birds and flowers long since bloomed
Chilly winds lift feathery fronds
of red and rust on autumn ponds.
A shadow of summer
where sandhill cranes have flown.
A fallow field hazy in its gold and brown
stiff blades and grain that brace the cold
Alas snowflakes
soft as feathers falling down.