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.