The world’s so quiet
Now that the howling is gone
I revel in peace
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The Cardinal Ballet
The colors of this late winter day
Are muted.
Ashy snow-threatening sky
White birch trees stand tall
Planted in the dirty snow.
Even the pine trees exude
A verdant boredom.
Then a flash of red sparks
Through the air.
Then a second
And a third.
Three wondrously colored
Cardinals alight on the
Cold.
I watch them flit from
Tree to tree.
Their delicate winged ballet
Enthralling me.
Reminding me that
Spring is not far away.
The Hissing Snow
Photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash
The hissing snow is the
Only sound
On a quiet grey-skied day.
The aural orchestra of
Millions of crystals
Crashing to the ground
And breaking.
Not Alone
On this day commemorating
Love
My thoughts turn to those
Who are
Marginalized
Abused
Bullied
Beaten down
Physically
Mentally
Spiritually
My thoughts turn to those
Who feel the bitter sting
Of isolation.
I wish I could reach out
And tell them all
How much love in
The world
There is for them.
I wish I could reach out
And give them the
Tenderness and compassion
They are longing for.
To show them that
They are not truly
Alone.
The Crumbling Wall
My goal is in reach.
I see it through a broken
Stone wall.
Each exam passed
Has cracked another
Section into rubble
Which lies scattered
On the ground beneath.
Why my mind has
Conjured up this image
I don’t know.
Yet, here I stand
In my mind’s eye.
In front of a crumbling
Stone wall.
Winter Woodland
Sitting on the back step
Squinting against the sun
That bounces off the
Crystal white ground
Snow flutters
Like powdered sugar
On the icy breeze.
The air so heavy
And still.
Except for the
Occasional
Loud crack
Issuing from
The large frozen limbs
That arch over the
Woodland.
Heartbeat
I’ve just woken up
First thoughts drifting
Through my mind.
And my heart is racing.
Each throb and beat
Feels like it wants to
Push through my chest.
I wake up like this
I go to bed like this.
Anxiety and nervous
Fretting over a future
Yet to be written
But feels like
It’s already set in
Stone.
The Ice-Covered Yard
My dog stands rooted to the
Spot where he stands.
I have called him
But in his mind
He can’t obey.
His usually verdant yard
Is now covered
In splotchy grey ice.
Some primal instinct
Is speaking to him.
Telling him not to go across.
The hard frozen surface.
I watch him and feel
His mind working.
Looking right and left
He finally finds
His way back to me
And jumps up,
Pleased with himself
And this reunion.
Walls or Bridges
Walls or bridges, we must decide.
One connects the other divides.
Too many today follow the path
Quick to find fault and explode with wrath
Walls are being built at a frightening pace
Many forget we are all one race
Traveling on this blue orb through the galaxy
We have more, not less, to gain through unity.
The Storm Approaches
There are odd feelings
On the wind
Today.
Anticipation.
A primitive wariness.
Fearful excitement
There’s a storm coming
Soon enough those feelings will
Start flittering down
From the sky as
Frozen flakes of snow.
Hour after hour
Drifting and blowing
Covering the world
In white.