week 644 ~ bright lights close her eyes

bright lights close her eyes
squint out at the world
I’m ok she lies

spring from winter flies
windy night unfurled
bright lights close her eyes

head down she still tries
dodging troubles hurled
I’m ok she lies

still her answer buys
time through dangers swirled
bright lights close her eyes

though she sometimes cries
in dread’s cocoon curled
I’m ok she lies

snow melts pavement dries
questions answers twirled
bright lights close her eyes
I’m ok she lies

week 612 ~ wrapped in music I can pretend

wrapped in music I can pretend
the world outside my windows is
the same as it was I hear his
piano the resonance mend
-ing black holes in my world to bend
the hours back to winter how
much we miss then in our sad now
losing our easy existence
overnight we grasp one instance
of playing together somehow

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 490 ~ winter turns around

winter turns around
earth breaking through snow
yields green shoots life found
winter turns around
mounds of white melt down
ice-clogged rivers flow
winter turns around
earth breaking through snow

week 486 ~ ice crusts the railing

ice crusts the railing
cold winds blow fiercely
through the trees wailing
ice crusts the railing
feet slip arms flailing
winter misery
ice crusts the railing
cold winds blow fiercely

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 462 ~ longing for cold

longing for cold
winter appeals
too hot to hold
longing for cold
seasons unfold
not making deals
longing for cold
winter appeals

week 332 ~ there is simply too much snow

there is simply too much snow
landscape bleached white without heed
to where all of it will go
there is simply too much snow
shovel plow but we all know
there’s no relief though we plead
there is simply too much snow
landscape bleached white without heed

week 277 ~ here snow’s falling

here snow’s falling
in my garden
still enthralling
here snow’s falling
bird songs calling
spring who knows when
here snow’s falling
in my garden

week 273 ~ winter’s cold

winter’s cold
fills my boots
tales once told
winter’s cold
ends this old
year’s pursuits
winter’s cold
fills my boots