A season of change

Each moment that slips by unnoticed

Like clouds drifting,

Changing with each shift of wind

Carving shadows and shapes

For those who but search

For their creation.

I see formation of beauty

Even as these flakes gently fall

They are singular and alone,

Not mighty enough to block out

The glimpse of the far off sun

That pierces through at odd times,

Leaving me smiling

Waiting for more.

Hearts float in my minds eye

What I wish to see in the movement fragmented

Collapsing and coming together

Like two worlds colliding

And I stand for a spell and watch silently spellbound

By the slipping away

As warmth moves to cold

And I move my aching hands

Opening and closing the tired fingers

That for a moment forgot how to work,

As if by catching the sky I find it immovable,

So heavy I cannot carry it

So I leave with a memory

Light as air.

I was just spending time outside, awaiting a grand snow event tonight into tomorrow and my hands ache in the cold but it is just so lovely out, with the sun trying to peek through at me but the clouds build and keep it at bay. I can still close my eyes and dream.