Softly, silently,
frosty flakes form a blanket
of snowy stillness.

Through frostbitten leaves
under empty trees, I walk... 
My feet crunch onwards.

Lone tree in the mist,
reaching out with leafless limbs
through autumn’s last gasp.

It’s World Kindness Day.
Shall we spread a little love?
I think that we should.

Rusty November...
I remember, remember 
a long, lost summer.

More than words, love is
tender lips and fingertips -
peaceful, open arms.

Leaves fall quietly, 
raining colours and hues of 
autumnal endings.