Take time out for poems with a nature focus.
Reflected pinks in a row of manor windows,
the cotton candy skies from a borough away
make the bus ride home an unexpected treat.
Cotton candy skies restyle the gloom . . .
the trees bare to the bark in late autumn,
the early coming of night, and
the frosty contest put forward by Old Woman Bheur:
She who ensures not a soul lingers on the ground,
not to be weighed against a feather,
not for perspective, and
not for one day in a life
rushed, short, and solitary.