Bones of Winter

First
daily interloper
in ten, maybe more - years.
His brothers,
four legged and furred,
screaming, scolding,
cajoling
and laughing, Squirrel
studied Bones' every move,
every action. Chattering
in daily discourse, summer
was spent in communion
until time came
they retire
for the winter's
grey chill -
and rains and partings
turned Bones

cold - sour.

Time
slid on its face, winter
left these western shores - left
all except one frozen soul
under the Dour Doug Fir
and Cedar. Spring,
then summer came
to an island, came to all
but that one corner
where twilight and winter
lingered.

Summer fading again
and the autumn rains return
to a western isle; a man,
a season, they dance
in concert once more - winter
seeps from Bones' bones back
into the land.

_{(10-10-2010 @ 22:22)}