November Song

The moment captured in-between
when winter exhales its cold breath / summer bows in retreat.

August is so far away when waiting for the sun.
Remembering winter storms and spring deluge.

Winter last forever upon a frozen ground.
Blinding white dreams wishing for blue sky.

Icy fingers trace smiles upon frosted glass.
Sunlight trickles through – a play on shadows.

November’s song is sweet upon the wind.
December looms waiting on the cusp.

Ann Christine Tabaka
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