Rotation of Scenes

Patches of snow sprinkled on the leaves Lay on the hill climbed many times And I wonder how many scenes Have been kept safely in memory Through seasons of visions and thoughts Whether it be with chill or with warmth Bare trees revealing the sky’s beauty Opening up the distant views Or trees in full bloom with close up color Later fallen like paper under the snow In rotation of scenes captured On the hill that has quietly frozen As if sleeping, waiting to be seen and heard In the slow dripping, melting of spring In this wonder of momentary silence Except for the crackling of leaves, I remember in a cold breath of fresh air How winter begins, on the hill Heidi Sands 11/18/17