always auspicious
a cause for celebration
it's early this year
autumn's burnt orange
beneath a dusting of powder
crows sound the morning alarm
seventeen blackbirds on bare branches
high contrast black and white
not to mention the cardinal in winter
shouting red like Santa Claus with a beak
I can almost hear Johnny Mathis
the air is bracing and wakes me up
at thirty degrees it's hard to imagine
there will be days sixty degrees colder
the woods are decorated like
the Ghost of Christmas Past
how many shades of gray can there be
with bittersweet flavor
and a yellow tone to the forest
fog rises like smoke signals
hemlocks frosted white
maples with perfect symmetry
blue spruces tint the night
with stars as ornaments
it's good to be alive
- Paresh