Summer sacrifices offered,
taken by the sun,
until the sun itself is taken.
A quiet alter, an altar quiet,
the slowed heartbeat of winter
only up the road.
Autumn falls early for winter
in the mountains.
A shared boundary,
the overlap of time,
a moment reflected on cold glass.
The frozen moment,
delible in time,
holds for now, but
permanence will never be its strength.
Meanwhile, the cocoon beckons.
Hibernation or an awakening-
what will it be?
