cold monday

bahian music plays softly as the cold gray darkens near four p.m. in central upstate n.y.

practicing on an old upright piano

facing a stream, shared with five cats               racoons deer, chickadees and sparrows

apple orchard across the street catches the departing light

then the land grows blanketed with a quick heavy snow

soon in the darkest night sky... a million stars  lighting our way to freedom