Winds blew around leaves,

one by one they fell

twirling and spinning

round and round

the blue vastness.

Crisp morning’s frost

does bite,

and soon winter will arrive.

Full fledged breezes

blowing twirling snow,

round and round

the mountain brush.

Hugging corners and

clinging to cracks,

showing us Mother Nature rules.

Blessed whiteness,

swirling, gusting,

dancing the dance

of Life.

November 10, 1999