Late December,
in that liminal space
between Christmas and New Year’s,
I awake to find the neighborhood
shrouded in mist,
the bare trees heavy
with clouded moisture.
Nature is laying
the old year to rest
and I wonder
what things
I should leave behind
in the mist,
and what seeds
I should plant
before the earth freezes over
to rest awhile
till the year and the season
turns to sun again.