Contemplating

By Jamie Cull-Host

Bleak and gray, the sky sits content above snow covered landscapes

The wind whipping it’s way across the frozen ground Grabbing the stray flakes, it flings them into a fast waltz Blustering, it blows quickly through the snow laden trees

Until seemingly vanishing into nothing in an instant

A man stands waiting patiently despite the frigidity of his setting His numbed fingers warming on a cup of steaming coffee

He has no destination, his objective is simply to contemplate

The snow came late this year, even later than it did last year

How many more years until the snow stops, and the wind loses it’s dance partner H