The Squall

The snow crinkles  And crumples underfoot Tiny, shiny crystals In every nook Of where I’ve been But where I’m going Those future steps The snow’s not showing Again tomorrow More snow will fall On where I’ve been I’ll try to recall Tiny, shiny crystals After the squall

Honey

They drip like honey Sweet from the spoon Amber perfection Until the rise of the moon Nearly empty The spoon sinks in the tea A swirl of autumn In a pool of ebony A hint of the day that was Warms the night to be