Surrounded by fifty shades
Of white and grey
As the sky keeps falling
In crystal formations
Higher and higher sweeping
This iced wonderland away.
I dream of beaches and sunset skies
Filled with a warmth of endless color
As I move through clouds rippled
With the thoughts of peace.
So near and yet so far
As hands become brittle icicles stiff
Hanging useless as these temps drop
Yet I see in my mind a place
Where positive motion rides waves through
Into a new day
And a sun that melts upon the world
A warmth that thaws the soul,
Citrus colored skies in memory
Greets my frosted mind as I sit here
Seeing my breath expelled into a fog
And a darkening sky above waiting
For the next round to arrive
Blanketing the here and now
In an emptiness of white
Crisp and clean.
Living here in Western New York, after shoveling almost a foot yesterday of fluffy white snow and realizing I shall be locked in perpetual ground hog day, reliving it over and over again for the future of this week. Argh…..have mercy snow machine….I surrender.