The snow soon covers the naked limbs
of the trees,
transitions into water,
settles into the cracks,
drips down into icicles.
The icicles waiver,
create vortices of warm air
which then expunge frozen
granules of dirt and bits of tree.
Frozen light trapped into the icicle tries to escape at night.
It is sucked into the beauty.
Pointing towards the crumbly, dry earth
the icicles see
deer, wading through the forest debris.
The leaves had prepared.
They lie silently underneath the protection of the snow
twigs creep under them
under the mysterious force of foreign,
living legs.
As Fall approaches
the leaves on the ground that have fallen
remind us of the changes we see in our own lives
the awareness we have for the things we have lost.
Wake up from the forest ground
twigs tangled within your hair
smell the richness of the trees--
pine cones, acorns, buds--
and stay there
until the sun melts the snow on your fading skin
and shower in the sunlight.
Let the day begin.
Let the leaves sink in.