Watching,

As those pretty green leaves shrivel and fall.

It’s pretty, cold

Sidewalks and Prospect Park; red and yellow leaves; gray sky; bare oak tree

pretty, cold

Ancient oaks drop acorns on the fallen leaves as the squirrels rejoice

Gray sky drops snowflakes on concrete as the squirrels go hide

pretty, cold

What do those squirrels get up to when the cold begins to sting?

I for one

Hide

and wait

for spring so I can

wake from my sleep to greet the

hope a warm sunshine brings.