Where do the snowflakes go
when the wind dies down
and the days warm up?
Sleep well little snowflakes.
Sleeping Snowflakes
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Pull
Tie a rope around this soul,
squeeze the slack and pull.
Snow Tree
Reaching and resilient,
you stand your ground
while carrying a cold weight
and bearing a heavy burden.
Promises
Under the heavy snows of winter,
sleeps the sweet promise of spring.
Adrift
Around the bend,
across the oceans,
adrift in my midnight dreams–
Where are you?
Taste of Winter
I walked in the snow with the pup at my side.
Running my hand across the gate impulsively,
I licked the snow on my knitted mitten–
surprised to recognize the distinctive
yarny taste of winter.
Things I’m missing in mid-February
the color red
green leaves
the smell of grass
sandals
purple tulips
the sound of birds at 5 am
butterflies
drinking coffee on the balcony
the taste of popsicles
watching the bats at night
fireflies
Strength
I wish for the strength of the pine boughs.
An Old House
What stories could you tell of the eyes
that looked your way?
Of the hands that touched your bright colors,
of the cracks that scar you today?
An old house with an old soul keeps secrets
of happiness and fears.
Kaleidoscope of memories that gather
and collect the years.
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.
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