Before the second sunrise crosses the horizon
While our Earth’s golden star is covered by thick black clouds
A small window opens, painting sky strands of pink and golden yellow bands across the sky.

The sky cup waters lay like a sheet of steel
Heavy and laden
Along Bear Hollow’s Point shorelines.

The winter forest is forever green with pines and evergreens
Wade into the waters
Deep and forever there
The deep green sink
Into the blue-greys of day
And turn into something brand new . . .

If only for a short while, we see them
but then in the blink of an eye, they are simply gone–

We try to hold on to
These beautiful moments
Hoping to find our way back home!