It's Autumn Roulette

The sun was just out;
Now the porch is shiny wet.
It's Autumn roulette.

The first flakes of snow
Lie crystalline on the leaves.
It's just a warning.









The wood smoke rises;
It veers gently to the right--
Gaseous weather vane.

Snow is everywhere;
On logs, moss and old tree stumps--
No flakes are falling.










Wandering lichen
Have fallen from the tree trunks
To grow on the road.

Cold pregnant moisture;
Waiting silence of the earth;
Ripples in the clouds.



The sun peeks through the clouds;
The road and dead leaves glisten.
Then it hides again.

Fresh patch of clover
Grows next to the two dead stumps.
Must think it's Springtime.