Remains of the Fall

While in the hospital, I wrote two poems, an editorial, and a political rant, as well as working on my book. Here is one of the poems. ~~ GHC

This one was inspired by the bitter gusts of wind on Thursday and the many tattered and peeling birch trees that dot CAMC's front circle -- a place of contemplation and congregation by nicotine addicts. ~~ GHC

Remains of the Fall

A stand of birches leans
Waving in the wind
Its tan tatters
Waving in the wind
Birch bark peeling
Waving in the wind
Shreds shivering
Waving in the wind
Remains of the Fall
Waving in the wind
Welcoming Winter