The falling petals on bare, cold ground.
Delicately blown like chaff by the chilly breeze.
Down the rectilinear slope into a freezing river.
One that awaits a lil' bit of more snow flakes
to complete it's latent heat of fusion.
I wait as more snowflakes fall on the remaining, boldest petals of the deciduous
Over and over again, I won't cease to wonder,...