Dark clouds

Dark Clouds

Dark clouds
drifting low in the sky;
frost on the wind.

Cynthia

Frost on the wind;
the crow's flight crossing
a window of white.

Wendy

A window of white;
scraping a hole in the frost
the maple shines golden.

Adelaide

The maple shines golden
In a grove of barren limbs;
The chill!

Donna

The chill;
a red sun settles
into the ash.

Wendy

The ash;
embers glowing brightly
in this fading light.

Cynthia

In the fading light,
The old dog wobbles
Through a doorway.

Donna

Through a doorway,
a whiff of decaying leaves
in the morning dampness.

Adelaide

In the morning dampness
a starling calls somewhere;
choosing the black coat.

Wendy

Choosing the black coat,
The widow's breath curls
Towards the moon.

Donna

Towards the moon,
billowing wood smoke;
the cool of evening.

Cynthia

The cool of evening--
a hint of spiced apples
from a house.

Adelaide