Look back in love

The grass moves around,

letting the new snow settle on it in

glittering shades of diamond white.

Autumn is a distant memory now,

gone looking for summer.

What does the moon know of this,

I wonder?

He shines quietly every night on us all.

I woke before light

this morning.

Through the attic window saw all the early workers,

the mailman, the milkman

walking tentatively on a skating rink street.

This is where my journey brought me,

I think;

as silently I reach for my book of poems

and the quiet.

These little diamonds,

of morning, and the world I live in,

going on.