Barren

Fingers reaching out

Grasping at the last vestiges of light

Clouds move just out reach

Barren branches wait

Empty handed.

Beyond the dark gathering

A light tries in vain to burn through

To reach into the cold

And grace with a touch of warmth

If only in a mind that sits

Lost in thought.

The days pass like endless time spinning

Drifting past like circus elephants in a parade,

Large fluffed mounds hang low

Sifting crystals like flour in a bowl.

Down from heavens the successive nights

Hidden stars and my long lost moon

Behind the mass

I wait your return

And dare to challenge the clearest night

To leave me frozen yet enthralled

By the view of my cosmic friends

Suspended above

Smiling down on this poet dreamer.

Wishful color

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

Into negative.

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.

Suspended

Hanging art
Dripping as the sun falls
Spreading warmth to pool
Suspended
In time.
Life in balance
Tips neither
Back nor forth
It just is there
Level
Suspended in itself
Scales together
Side by side.
Thoughts run down
Mimicking nature
Ice dripping upon its shell
Hard and shining
Diamond pools below
Waiting for a season
To free it
To allow it to move
Like rivers running
Into the distance
Out of view.