Geese Full of impatience and sound, Glide to the evening pond Just south my house, or From waters chill to littered fields, Strident, jar their morning way Kernels to find in husk-less harvest leavings Before the imminence of snow.
Trees My ash leaves safely bagged, Lawns clean and waiting, bare, Neighbor in his annual piety Apologizes for the late leaves His maples hold, then drop On new falling snow... As if a man can understand Or know what Nature knows. Even so, I smile: His apology always the same, Minnesota nice, Affable...and lame.
House Stands chilling in Autumnal wind; Furnace finds its pace, Preserving this small portion Of the human race. My wife, layered in fleecy white, Sips coffee by her window... Small joys in gray morning light. I drink the vision of my love, Watching first flakes drifting slow... As I reflect how all good things must go.
Precious moments, 2020.... And no mention of C-19!