There is snow in the pass.

Purple crocuses poke through
along the edges.

I am walking down this mountain
to reach you.

Will you meet me,
half-way?

“Peace or War” by Jen Curry

The white downy snow
softly fell from heaven.
In the silence of night.

Sunshine magnified millions,
of sparkling crystals.
Expanding in morning light.

Transparent views project.
Seeing through kitchen windows
As eyes staged kinetic memories.

Wind blows gently and generously.
Dried fragile yellow ochre leaves sway.
Against, Adirondack blue skies.

They barely hang on, longing to last.
Leading to branches that feed.
From autumn’s colorful past.

Another night another place came in as a flash.
Bombs crashed turning homes into trash.
Dreams for Ukraine dashed damaged yet not defined.

Clairvoyant heart, mind and body trembled.
Enough of the preamble. Time to assemble.
Sighing, crying, unnecessary dying.