I looked out my window and saw all the naked trees
and snow making autumn invisible again. The pond
appeared as a champagne slush. I'm thinking of a
hot toddy. People are seen walking with their half
frozen shadows. But they’re still resilient enough to
bounce back into step and follow like a puppy follows.
I’ll take a nap with today’s newspaper over my face.
And dream of waking under pages of sepia memories.