may arrives
Winter forces have finally claimed victory and laid siege for the upcoming days.
Surely this annual battle occurs and I wait anxiously not if they emerge victorious but how long the fight will take.
As they march over the dead trees and dry flower stems, they bring along a new chance for those willing to accept it. For they not only carry along numb fingers and loneliness.
Of course, all limited. And timely framed.
For the Spring cavalrymen start their ride South seeking a colorful revenge.
So it leaves me to take it all in before life is made new again.