The night is still young
Christened by the wilderness,
Celestial grace
The night is still young
Christened by the wilderness,
Celestial grace

A foggy day, exactly twenty four hours after we got 6 inches of snow!
Melting snow watches,
Empty fog transforms each soul,
A misty blanket
Of warm rain falls, envelopes
Protects, hides and forgives all
Windswept angry eyes,
An icy veneer softly
Moves against the tide
Of knowing what was passing
In time through my yesterday
Snowy splendor sends
Shivering signs to
Help affirm the truth
Fresh prints in the snow
Marking time , ice kissed and
Alone, barren past

Lazy Day
Snow is falling
White flakes accumulate
Like quiet memories lost in
A sugar coated fantasy
Waiting for warmth and time
To erase them
Lazy day
Blue sky
Fluffy white clouds
Floating dreamlike, vivid
And bizarre, detached from all hope,
Wandering alone, no passion
Fleeing wispy entrails,
Obscurity
No time

All alone they hang
Harboring fond memories
Of summers warm hand
Mellow
Sounds flow outward,
Precocious melodies
Bleed through every pore, sadness
Seeping, creeping and weeping its
Way into my conscience,
Into my heart
My soul


Sunset
Red streaks stain an
Icy canvas, orange
Hues slide slowly between the trees,
Frosty limbs masking the death of
Each weary day, waiting
For destinies
New dawn