Dawn

There is a planet chasing a sliver of a moon across the blue-black expanse of the sky.

The chill winter air makes it shimmer, its light dancing in the early morning quiet.

The black silhouettes of the trees reaching their fingers in a futile attempt to capture the radiance, to hold something that cannot be possessed.

I remember a kiss in the sultry breeze of summer.

A memory trapped in the stillness.