December First

Winter descends and Fall retreats.
From my window I watch
Seasons change.
A dog barks in the distance
And the busy street is quiet.
What can I not see?
What awaits outside the door?

Flowers & Fruit

The dog doesn't care for roses.
He prefers the apple tree and the fruit
from its branches.
Beauty from each will linger
in memory once the form of both
has disappeared.