Here,

Winter crawls into your window
Whenever you’re not looking.
No matter how prepared,
It latches to your toes
And freezes on your hair.
And stiffens up your nose.

Here,

You’ve forgotten once again
The warmth beneath the shine
The green oaks and the pines
Just growing in a whisper
Like kept secrets in time.

Here,

The sun will wave a ray
And tell you where he’s been
But then he’s soon rushed out -
A memory left unlived,
Left, still, a piece to miss.

Here,

The walking dogs are all the same
Attached to them a metal cane
Attached to that a person
a person
a person
all the same.