between seasons

Muddy snow streaks the windrows

And what do I have to show for it

I've spent the better part of 30 years

The next in line at the waiting room

The leafless trees stoop over me

Standing sentinel over a life led

Immersed in an inner world

Branches twist in my fragments

One foot in front of the next

Step to the howl of the wind

That should be enough to propel

Me into the brushstrokes of daylight

But I want the rhapsody of colour

To feel tears well up in my eyes

Illuminated by the moment

Standing exactly where I should be