I wake and know by

the absence of sound and soft

light, it is snowing

February seems

the coldest month; now winter

chases after spring

Brave little snowdrops

all shivering in the breeze

a horse snorts and stamps

when autumn kisses

the leaves red and gold squirrels

frolic playfully

Afire with colour

autumn leaves light Mont-Tremblant

in radiant hues

At last a breeze to

chase the shadows and save me

from recalcitrance

When shadows conspire

day considers its options

squatting ‘neath a cloud

When night overstays

pushing darkness into day

shadows congregate

Conspiracy of

darkness keeping light away

trees stand like sentries

In solitary

confinement we stop, we pause.

finally, we breathe