Vermont

Leaf turn to ice
crossed under
sage tree whispers
of long ago.
Kiss tomorrow
twice good bye
Sun and moon
approaches another
day.

Crossing the bridge
Where the dust
Swirled in cross-
fires, and
Slowly departing
In winter spill

Trudge home through
Acres of fired wood;
Iced over from
sugaring snow,
Laid gentle a
blanket of newness.