(Like so much of my poetry, this piece seemed to appear from out of nowhere, as if my sub-conscious composed it, then spit it out into my conscious brain for approval. I was in the middle of a long, hilly ride when this one popped out of the blue... or violet-gray. It sums up the last few months quite nicely.)
Once again the day turns violet-gray.
Wind's damp chill reminds the spring that
Winter has not gone far,
But lingers in a thousand memories...
Soft laughter by the fire.
Holding close and stepping, together, onto the ice.
A cold nose brushing across my cheek.
Your eyes, so brilliant against the snow.