Questions

How brightly beams the glowing sun rising high in the mid morning sky warming rooftops to sleek pointed icicle runs reflecting brilliant, blinding frozen snow upon the eye. What chill prevails along the earth floating soft upon the winter breeze drifting in and out the open hearths and at last reaching out to touch the sea. Why would nature play such sly games oscillating an early tease of spring while planning a tempestuous ice cold flame of winter's pounce to be whisked in on hidden wings. Where has time escaped passing slow then quickly gone hidden in past seasons pulled back drapes then lost to wrinkles, memory and ages dawn. When did these moments lose their purpose slip sliding in the melting streams was I only looking at the surface or fast asleep living in the dreams. Who would have guessed how quick the parade of life passed by and the most important plans un-addressed were simply us, just you and I.