Resting in the arms of fall

Awaiting the somnolence of winter’s white pall

I dream of spring’s greening call.

Hummingbirds have whirred away

Leaving before the winnowing winds come to stay

Lost feathers dance in dry hay.

The Sun sets in hazy fire

Saffron dust and gray ghost smoke rise climbing higher

Cinders fall under the lyre.

Resting in the arms of night

We wait for the morning light.