earth

three generations
it takes to get to their home.
the journey matters.

the green leaves are gone.
the trees’ bones withered and dry.
gray the colored sky.

sprawled black and white cat
littered upon the brown mat.
happy and quite fat.

the leaves are turning.
yearning to be as free as birds.
for just a moment.

the warm air nuzzles.
swirling like molted snakeskin.
damp and light like breath.

stillness like a fright.
like death coming at midnight.
shattering of light.