when time won't help, forgetting hides her face among the reeds and brambles and the cold comes hard
Tag: Winter
Desolate My People Go
The world is dreariness today
The whole dang town seems haunted:
It’s very cold and gray outside
And that’s just how I want it
I like the feeling that I have
That nature doesn’t care;
Beneath the dull immensity
That I’m just barely there
The world is large and heartless,
And is deaf to our demands:
This cold indifference spreads across
All peoples in all lands
And desolate my people go
Behind their walls of stone:
There is no earthly paradise
We’re all
The hell
Alone
(“Desolate My People Go” – 12/31/2014)
To share is human:
Frost Lines
The lines of frost across the leaves
Now deep within my face
And whence the once-brown hair had grown
The frost now takes its place
From Autumn into Winter comes
A chill that changes things
Beneath the dying leaves and frost
A seed
Of new life
Springs
To share is human:
A Brief, One-Sided Discussion
“Come and kiss me in the storm:
There’s many ways of staying warm
Upon a night so full of ice –”
She didn’t need to say it
Twice
To share is human:
shadows and whispers
‘we don’t touch,’ she said,
‘that isn’t something we do.’
how many secrets
the winter sees through windows,
born of shadows and whispers
To share is human:
Winter Walk
The ancient farming sweep ahead she sees,
While on her winter walk she makes her way;
The world is weak and wracked with some disease,
And dressed, as though in mourning, all in gray
The winter wind is whistling and bare,
Her heart is heavy with a load of care;
The steps she takes, somehow, are lightening
The burden, making things less frightening
The farmers, once, who tilled this barren land
Knew winters such as this, but still survived;
Some barely made it, others fairly thrived
And saw the verdant spring born close-at-hand
She walks, and feels inside, a life sublime;
The miracle who’ll come in summertime
To share is human:
Winterstate
Out here on the Interstate
All movement seems to cease:
I’ve listened to most every part
Of Tolstoy’s “War and Peace”.
And Audible dot com should make
A killing here today —
Downloading now: the complete Proust
And all of Rabelais.
I’ll do the commentaries then
Of Ramban and Jerome:
And might do the Upanishads
Before
I make it
Home
To share is human:
Solstice Dreams
In winter
When the night is long
I feel you
As comes the snow, I
Showered am
In all love’s essence
To share is human:
Behold, December
Behold, December opens up her arms,
And bids me stay the distance, if I can.
A month known best for candied, candled charms;
She sits there, now, forbidding, on the span.
The wind blows icy through me, on its way;
Bare branches stand, where late were orange tresses.
Behold, December stands arrayed in gray,
Allowing me to see her, ere she dresses
In all the finery she’ll don with care —
The real her stands before me, cold
And bare
