November 29, 2022 - “Shadow of Snow” by Elizabeth Lerman

I am waiting for the season to show itself and there have been times, at night, where I see it poking out from behind the trees, baring more with each breath of wind and I can feel it lurking, catch it in the corner of my eye as I take certain turns, but it shies away when street lights flicker on and if there were such thing as a shadow of snow, that might be exactly what is laying down now, on crooked concrete, what is nestling, silently, in the cracks between cobblestone.