Autumn or Spring?

I walk down empty streets under a gray sky.

A crow caws overheard- answered by it’s murder’s calls.

The brisk east wind blasts across the lake

racing toward the mountains.

It pushes back my black hood,

and tangles my long hair.

My nose and ears redden with the cold.

New buds grow on the bare trees,

but it feels more like autumn than it fees like spring.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s