Glimpses

Glimpses of fall collide with winter

A tree still holding her colorful leaves

The warmth of the sun beating down

Yet ice forms on the pond each night.

Ski resorts are making snow

But doesn’t it melt as fast as it is made?

A cold rainy day and into the night

When the rain moves out, black ice forms

As cold Northern Winds blow across the land.

This cross over, this collision of seasons

It may be an opportunity

To rest in the space between seasons

The gap between times

The pause place before winter.

 

 

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