Cold tonight, icy

Fog hangs among the treetops.

Blurry, Ominous.

Sun everywhere,

Wisps of clouds against the blue

We feel light and bright.

Clouds form pink and blue

Pebbles in the sky. A road

Straight into the light.

The sun was hiding

All along, masked behind cold

Gray fingers of fog

We all wake up, but

Three hours later, I am still up.

Awaiting the dawn.

Cold mist blankets us

Quiet after New Years’ noise

We begin again.

People here and there

Heads down, walk unaware of

The rest of the world

You think you’re pate

But you’re just chop-ped liver

Not admirable

The sun shines, we are

Flooded with light. Warm fingers

Dance across my face.

Leaves, colors of warmth, even
As they fall and die

Swiss autumn is here

Rain and fog, the chill settles

Darkness grows each day

The Wind is beating
Against my blinds, rattling 
Slices of metal
Like bones, oh wait, Halloween 
Was last week, the ghosts are gone.