Lest we forget...Her

The bark beetle
begins its note
From high to low
A rhythmic flow
Ushering the end
Autumn is gone
Winter’s just around the bend

Will there be the warmth
Of the fireplace
Or just a cold space
For the gypsy
in her

She looks
Through the morning
and its bright sunlight
Through the day
as the clouds move in
And makes its way
for the breeze
A chill in the air
Soon it would start to freeze

She looks
As the sun
reaches the horizon
Casting its last rays
More powerful than the rest
As it alights
The patches of clouds

Warmth spreads around
And brightens the ground
It is indeed fields of gold
But time moves on
and it's dawn

Birds make their way home
The bark beetles
conclude
their tune


Silence surround
Darkness begins
She watches the stars
Some…lights years away
In the darkness below
She walks about
In a slow pace
Waits for the moon
Hoping it’ll soon
come out
to light the way

In the moonrise
She remembers
Seeing…
A familiar face