The fog lifted–
like a web across my sleeping eyes
it crawled away in slow motion
leaving a snail’s trail of wispy melancholia.
Fog
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The Sun in February
That moment on a frigid day
when February’s sun stretches–
touching the drifting snows
and the running river waters
with an embrace of a long-lost friend.
February Sunset
Sunset in early February reflects
a warm glow upon sheets of river ice.
Nostalgic for spring, I keep the balcony door
open until the sun disappears completely.
Thinking about the Geese
You were here before the houses were built.
Before the boats roared along the water,
before fishermen cast their lines out,
you swam along this river and called it home.
I envy your organization, your dedication,
your beauty and collected calm.
And I am sorry that we take so much from you,
so much for granted.
Winter on the River
This monochromatic scene stares at me
for weeks on end in the deep winter.
And although I find it beautiful and serene,
what I wouldn’t do to see a ruby red poppy
jutting out defiantly from the snows.
River Ice
Your soft, flowing, frigid blankets
float softly on the river.
Frightened at how dangerously hypnotic
the spell can be, I step silently
away from the river’s edge.
Wednesday Morning
Morning daydreams chase the falling snow
in swirls of good intentions and solid ambitions–
with a sprinkling of old books, soft music and
cups of hot, honeyed tea, I settle down to
work with the pup at my feet.
Around
Wrap yourself around me
and keep me warm.
Winter Thoughts
Thoughts in winter stumble with
a stop-action rhythm
both jarring and comforting.
With hard edges and delicate skeletons,
they push to the forefront of consciousness;
greedy, needy and completely camouflaged
in the light of the cold January sky.
Shadows on the Snow
two versions: infinite stories
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