Diane Webster
The last leaf withers
on the lone cottonwood
on the only hillside;
the solitaire walker
wears the red parka
farther and farther away;
one Canada goose stands
on its left leg beside
the shore of ice stretching
outward to center pond;
first car tracks parallel
each other down the road
cloaked in snow silence
before dawn shakes
a snow globe snowfall.