
the geese take to sky,
redraw themselves
into dots and dashings –
pencil marks
against
a bare canvas of cloud.
the rabbits
dub over the summer
held in their earthy-colored coats,
become whispers of white
to match the impending
sound of snow.
I think of the things
that will eventually leave me
while the trees undo
their ragged crowns,
and show the leanness
of long winter bones.
JENNY WONG is a writer, traveler, and occasional business analyst. She resides in Canada near the Rocky Mountains and tweets @jenwithwords.