Searching for something more,

The days pass me by,

like the wind on the shore.

I look to the stars for answers,

Hoping to see my future,

In their crystal like light.

As the darkness of night,

In the dead of winter,

crows call out,

their song a splinter-

in the silence of doubt.

Spring is longed for.

Its warmth wanted more-

than ever before.

Though, in the time between,

A gentle reminder of love,

the snow falls around like a hug,

one I’ve come to appreciate so much.

The chill in the air sweeps around us,

as spring dances with winter.

The two almost inseparable.