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.
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Beautiful poem. So descriptive.
Thank you so much Eva Marie! I am honored!
Beautifully put!
Thank you so much, I am honored Amita!
Thank you so much Eva Marie. That means so much to me coming from you!
Christine