Light on the Lake

It is to my fortune this chilly morning, that I watch you play and dance effortlessly on ice; teasing me with your beauty. Your closeness warms me for but a moment before shades of gray cover the smile on my face, and you fade from my eyes. via Daily Prompt: Fortune

Fading Light and Magical Snow

In the depths of cold winter and grey skies, beyond snow fences, sunsets, and shadows; Away from the lens, yet in focus of life. Down by the seashore, hearts are captured by the fading light and magical snow.

Winter’s Bite

One foot in front of the other, my hiking boots grip to the snowy street, as I lean slightly back into the hillside, as to not slip, while my jacket collar tugs at my chin, reminding me its flexibility only goes so far. I have this vision of me rolling down the hill, turning into…

Winter’s Full Moon

I wake in a conundrum to sounds of a tea kettle whistling outside my window and a bright gray light streaming through the crack in the shade; which has me wondering is it day or night? 4:04am, my phone illuminates for a brief moment and I wince at its glow. After registering the hour, my…

Morning Stroll

Autumn leaves scatter and dance on asphalt, as gentle waves lap with the wind. I am mesmerized by the flocks of honking geese and ducks echoing up stream inches above the glistening water. And while their quacks tickle me into laughter, cold seeps beyond the fabric of my jacket, reminding me autumn will be turning…

Stepping Beyond Early Autumn to Play with Summer

A chill keeps me nestled just beyond window panes, balancing between warmth and cold, as clapping leaves and swaying trees strive for my attention; where lush green will give way to vibrant leaves and kamikaze acorns, so bareness and white can cover what’s left of change. My companion next to me waits patiently to be pet again as…

Dear September

How is it that you have arrived already? Just last week, I was basking in the warmth of the sun and here I am today, trying not to get blown off the deck by your strong winds and cold Canadian air. I don’t know how many times I’ve been in and out of the house…

Exploring the In Between

It’s between seasons after Indian Summer and before white flakes fall from the sky, where we find sixty degrees and grass withering into a putrid green as oozing tree sap begins to harden. Shrills of laughter pedal by me tossing limbs in the air as their hair dances behind them. The distant sound of tunk,…