winter whispers its
distant approach
through the breeze
as i walk along
the parking lot
heart
soul
spirit
the masterstrokes
of the Artist stirring
light blue sky
peppered with the retreat
of gray clouds
and my thoughts
the edges of the trees
hint their desire
for a richer pallette
sending your
flowing hair and fiery eyes
sailing through
the ocean of my mind
i arrive at the door
one look back
over the landscape
of my heart
and the day begins
