Posts Tagged ‘cold’
week 491 ~ winter’s thaw cracks hibernation
winter’s thaw cracks hibernation
blubs gingerly poke their heads out
thoughts of color unfurl don’t shout
too early for jubilation
maintain some equivocation
we won’t get off this easily
to break the grip of cold will be
the work of weeks to come hold fast
dreams of warmer days will outlast
fickle March snow eventually
week 487 ~ an incantation for spring
an incantation for spring
wait in anticipation
‘til winter banished birds sing
teeter on faith desiring
days of warmth blue skies and sun
an incantation for spring
weeks turn to months lingering
cold distracts all hopes undone
‘til winter banished birds sing
songs that catch our ear ending
snow’s silent insulation
an incantation for spring
holding on ready to fling
windows wide still frustration
‘til winter banished birds sing
we see them in our dreams wing
their way north our fixation
an incantation for spring
‘til winter banished birds sing
week 485 ~ winter drags its chilly fingers
winter drags its chilly fingers
‘cross the map of light returning
isolation darkness lingers
here no feathered warbling singers
disturb landscapes stark with yearning
winter drags its chilly fingers
rays in hand the sun would fling hers
out to free the frozen burning
isolation darkness lingers
poisoned ice thorns fatal stingers
pierce the heart of warmth unswerving
winter drags its chilly fingers
dreaming of change anything spurs
illogical hopes of spurning
isolation darkness lingers
our pleas in vain springtime defers
patience a lesson we’re learning
winter drags its chilly fingers
isolation darkness lingers
week 224 ~ bright and cold I shiver
bright and cold I shiver
walk on past yesterday
watching as hopes quiver
pause to let a sliver
of life just float away
bright and cold I shiver
sunlight floods the river
there’s no chance it will stay
watching as hopes quiver
time knows I can’t give her
any more room to play
bright and cold I shiver
lost images live blur
my resolve not to stray
watching as hopes quiver
hearing the plaintive whir
of life’s long brave melee
bright and cold I shiver
watching as hopes quiver