The circle

It brushes us, like a stranger
with the shock of icy water.

We absorb its molecules.
It coils the leaves in circles.
It always surprises us
as it touches our unwrapped skin.
Listen, the air is whispering.
It is telling us something.
We are still in the circle
of nature. We never left.
Even trapped in our warm shells.
We breathe the winter in.