The turkey vultures return.
Muscles its way into the winter canopy.
A hymn to a winter’s day.
Assurance in the present.
Half moon hoists above the Point at evening.
Sugar maple’s scarlet buds wait patiently.
A sycamore on the North River brushes the sky.
Dawn announces over the hills of Leyden.
Monadnock stands alone, constant guardian.
With the end comes a beginning.