On a Picture I Wish I Could Paint

Sometimes, I think the weather forgets what season it is. Either that or the seasons themselves forget their place. I've noticed that winter is very pushy. He is usually trying to show up early and leave late. It is very unfair to Autumn. What did she ever do to Winter? Well, even though winter does not officially start until the 21st, we have already received enough snow to make us forget that fact. However, Autumn has not forgotten, and she sent a reminder today. The beautiful layer of snow that had grown was wiped away pretty quickly by a nice little warm spell. I think I must be an aesthete, because I could find a degree of beauty even in cold puddles and dirty snow and gloom.

Fall's Last Gasp

Water
On water
On water
On water
On water
With water coming down
Fall's last gasp
In the greyish haze
It was cold
Bitter cold
For a few days in a row
The pond froze
But not quite through
Now it's raining
I can't escape the damp
It hangs everywhere
And it falls
Rain replaces the long resting snow
The ice is thinning
Water underneath
The thin ice
And water rests on top
Once it was snow
Now it is water spread thin
On the milky white ice
A glossy mirror
Smooth
Except for the drops
Here
And there
The slight ripples in the surface
As the rain gently falls
Through the mist
The cold that hangs in the air
Not knowing where to hide
So it mingles with the clouds far above
The overarching grey
Casting its shades of slate on all.
Water
On water
On water
On water
On water
With water coming down