the windows are open,
cold air winding through,
taking with it the last days of autumn
and ushering in the arrival
of the first snow
blackbird is playing
on the radio,
the foo fighters version
i was never a fan of the way
the beatles sounded,
but the lyrics are good
the night is all lush darkness,
and i am watching crystalline flakes
decorate deep sapphire skies,
counting each one fall,
procrastinating sleep again,
too many haunting dreams
and the dream catcher
above my bed
hasn’t worked in ages
but i suppose
there are far worse ways to waste time
than entranced
by nature’s midnight magic
this winter weather speaks to me.
