Risk
changing directions
deciding my journey starts
were the pavement ends
–
a cold wind-
stepping out
onto thin ice
Category Archives: Frost
Trapped
trapped by bitter cold
prison bars of leafless trees
holding me steadfast
–
spring snow-
steaming tea
fogs the window
Light
the long autumn sun
shining through the turning leaves
of October trees
–
frosted windows-
winter morning light
spreads across my floor
Tracks
walking in the tide
my temporary footprints
too soon forgotten
–
gentle flurries-
fresh tracks lead
to the birdbath
Regrets
the final door closed
all the words you wouldn’t hear
and now never will
–
sudden frost-
orange blossoms
wither and brown
Quiet
so much left unsaid
I’m not sure that I can take
your icy silence
–
pools of sunshine-
the soft dripping
of melting ice
Skeletons
in dusty boxes
glimpses of my prior life
relics of the past
–
full blood moon-
cold bony fingers
pluck at my skin
Chill
lazy curls of steam
glowing in the rays of the
slanting winter sun
–
the north wind-
warming my hands
on a hot cup of tea
Vision
my view, distorted
looking up from the bottom
of this hole I’ve dug
–
a rimy pond-
peering up through
frozen cataracts
Rising
frost on the windows-
heat from the radiator
rustles the curtains
–
warm boots-
glowing embers
adrift in the smoke