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.