Silver, Smoke and Cold

a bright moon on the rise
gleaming white-cold
clear skies frame silhouetted
naked branches
most of their leaves shaken
down now by rain and wind and
time.

wood smoke and a crisp bite in the air
 and silence and
... holiness...
if you leave it alone and
don't say
anything.

a hard frost will come tonight
winter's first stricken blow
while the last colors of Fall
endure
trying hard to be beautiful
in their time

hoping we see.