Roofless houses hidden under trees, avoiding the storm
Shadeless windows reveal winter’s arrival, one leaf at a time
Colors fall, replaced with barren branches wearing coats of white
Like forgotten memories, birds fly away, never to return, until they do
Pale warnings left behind, eyes closed, tomorrow’s fears remain
A faint light in the distance, searching for an iris in winter, an improbable pursuit
A glimpse of hope not seen, yet to be felt, sitting just out of reach.
A faint whisper of patience touches me – in time, someday