Winter Hold
November on the calendar,
on the edge of a north east winter
that teeters on the horizon.
The year's months raced by
and January dreams slipped away to February
as March winds began to blow.
Too quick, April rains deluged
all the flowers of May's late spring
and June blushed in the warm.
Summer heat of early July and August
never could find their way
and the ocean tides stayed chilled and cold.
Time was lagging
with the softened residue
of spring refusing to let go.
Brief moments slipped to shortened days
and summer slid into mid September
to fade and disappear and return in October.
A pale but yellowed harvest moon
glowed brilliant white
fringed in haloed reflecting light.
Each season had no ownership,
no set display of ususal descriprion
as spring continued to linger and hold tight.
But here it comes at last,
winter creeping in, unseen, barely noticed
and suddenly grips to take in November.
December waits, hiding in the shadows
low and dark and cold
waiting patient for its turn and hold.
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