Dawning Creations

It’s November and flurries
are spouting from the clouds,
soaring to the ground.

Bracing against the cold,
we walk into the falling flurries.
We make some small talk.

The three of us are an unlikely trio.
But here we are.

We gather what we need
and speed up our pace to get back inside,
knowing our solace, -the heat, is waiting.

The bags aren’t heavy.
The giant clock fits comfortably
and lightly on my hip.

We look out of the tall glass windows
surrounding the commons,
watching the flurries-now snow,
breeze through rose bushes, around thorns
and landing atop balding roses.

It feels great to stop a moment,
and let ourselves be distracted by this wild meshing of two seasons.

We sigh in unspoken agreement
and continue on with our day.