Wisps of snow
writhe along the sidewalk,
golden in the glow of the street lamps.

        Sickle moon,
bound by a pearly halo,
leaves the new snow in darkness.

          The smell of wet wool
in a cool October rain -
Kicking the spent leaves.

The still before dawn:
   Dark silence, then a wind gust
   sighs through the dead leaves.

For just this moment:
sunrise paints the world red...gold
beneath October storm clouds.

Pre-dawn clouds rush by.
The town is dark, still, waiting...
Venus blinks on...off.

The spider scurries
to the corner,
hiding its face.