Rainy winter morning Birds have been busyStocking upEating for the cold aheadThey feel it coming;Birds know snow.

Behind the stone archRed door welcomesPassersby,Welcomes travelersGlass broken and goneTree grown old since red Doorknobs turnedOn the past.

Campfire with GrandpaToasting marshmallowsIn the growing darknessMaking s'mores and memories.