Electric air
Thumps with anticipation
Whispering storms
Slip up the horizon
Dancing, waiting, smirking
Don’t you love them?
The thudding power of the lightning
Shaking the perimeter
Winter hovers
Held at bay only by the calendar
But his winds whip at your hair
Building, abating, building again
Feeling the weight of the snow
That waits for us
Water turned to ice
The smiling face of summer’s death
It has been too long
But he’s back
Just over the horizon