Warmth

warm morning sunlight-
a vague shadow on the wall
in the shape of you

a glass of wine-
the warm glow
on your face

Leaves

autumn afternoon-
driving home in the dark past
drifts of wind blown leaves

light snow-
a swirl of
amber leaves

Fire

whispers of thunder
dry lightning in distant hills
the rain long absent

autumn hills-
ashes rain
on the valley

Smoke

gauzy hardwood smoke
rises into the night air
obscuring the moon

drifting embers-
folding chairs
around the fire

Listen

earbuds on silent-
subtly eavesdropping on
your conversation

sudden chills-
mantras I whisper
to myself

Frost

a carpet of frost
woven from the morning dew
spreads across the grass

wrought iron trellis-
late autumn roses
frosted with white

Wind

sudden autumn snow-
wind blown beauty and carnage
behind in its wake

cold winds-
whorls and eddies
of fallen leaves

Frost

a fire in the hearth-
my well worn leather arm chair
and a mug of tea

frosted glass-
your cold feet
under my legs

Fire

downcast hazel eyes-
blistered feet dangle from the
hospital gurney

bitter winds-
the horizon
set aglow

Plant

japanese maples-
bright crimson leaves caught aflame
in the morning sun

sudden rain-
sheltering under
an elephant’s ear