They say that teachers wait all year for the summer,
Because the cold days of January are always a bummer.
And since I’m a teacher where the snow always falls,
I anxiously await that magical call.
But to get that call, the timing must be just right,
The snow needs to falling well into the night.
So when it is snowing, I sit by the phone,
Hoping and hoping that I’m not alone.
When the call finally comes and much to my dismay,
It’s not a day off, but a two hour delay!
Gliding on the ice
Razor sharp edges promise
Furious action
Gray skies,
Suns rays absent
Cool mist of tomorrow
Falling quietly from within
Seeking a time and space for peace
To be left alone, one
Waiting for the
Blue skies
All day long
The snow softly falling
Gentle flakes, no longer one, alone
Brought together, intertwined, sorrow
Descending, is now my
Existence
The promise of snow
Descending madly, soflty
Silence speaks, listen
Winter takes a break
Flooding rains mar the landscape
Reality rules
Tick tock, nasty clock
Seeds of time carefully sown
Move forward, alive
Looking out the window in front of me,
What is it now that I know I see?
Brilliant sunshine, wisps of white, naked trees and river white.
The limbs reach up ever towards the blue,
Waiting for the sunset to start anew.
View from my window
Icy blocks floating slowly
Unquestioned beauty
Blue sky
Popcorn clouds pass
Wispy streams of our lives
Fading away and forgotten
A single tear falls, abandoned
More tears of life and love
Time moves quickly
Fleeting
The Zen Hiker 