Linger

The setting sun pushed away the gray clouds and let in a few lasting minutes of sunlight before welcoming the purple darkness.

A mild night of scattered clouds let loose the bright stars floating in a midnight blue murk.
A night the wind could claim for it's own.

An instabilty we're becoming so used to now.

No snow

No cold

No knowing what tomorrow will bring.

Fall, Spring and Winter all seem to be jockeying for the same seat in a game of musical chairs.
The music has stopped but neither of them wants to make the first move.

The onlookers can't bare to watch and can't find the exit.

Will the grass be green tomorrow or lay dying under a foot of snow?
Will my body catch up to the ever changing climates and confused seasons?

It's so hard to feel the comfort of a season nearing it's end when you're not even sure if it's actually begun.

The uncomfortable darkness outside breeds bad feelings and makes suspicious the buzzing tubes illuminating the indoors.
All these shadows seem fabricated.

The windows like mirrors reflect back the animals trapt inside.

Is that me in the wall?

Does anyone else see this?

We're just frowns passing by breathing the day away.
Who's a friend when chit chat is all you hear and outside confusion lingers like poison gas.

Purgatory

The sun singed the ambiguous sky as another day fizzled away wasted.
The lack of cold burns more than the actual frost not covering the landscape.
Though long dead some leaves cling to the branches haunting the wind as it pushes through them and hisses between the confused bare trees.
What should be a Winter silence is actually a cacophony of left behind birds and leaves blowing in the wind and rustling about on the uncovered ground still being pounded by the bustle of people wandering around ignorant to the lack of a season or the terrible cold yet to come.
The endless shadows pour on me from all directions leaving my mind in an abyss.
I look to the deep blue sky for absolution but find only the blinding rays waiting for me.
How long do we have to wait before the brittle cold finds us?
How long before Spring warms the ground again and allows us outside?
With no transition in sight it's impossible to foresee the end of season that has yet to begin.