What can you do when the rain falls in drips, then flushes, all quite suddenly?
Driving past wind-wrecked streets
With hands slung loosely over the icy steering wheel.
I wondered what happens to nests in the trees;
Observing the fallen twigs and fruit splattered on glistening asphalt.
Winter incubates memories
Frozen in time and essence.
I remember better things that happen to me in winter
Indelible, I see occasional spurts of these events replayed.