Ghosts of snows
swirl, slow...
fall humbly 'top
our heads-
each leaf
knowing
just where to step,
how to avoid
trespass.

Long aft
the idle melt,
facades evaporate;
leaves brisk breaths of
calm
while ghosts of laughter play...

So
Warm. Sure. Steady.
It bristles the skin-
And
I'm fine
just knowing.