It is quiet here, footsteps home
Masked in the flurries of cold I
Cannot fully see but certainly feel
Merging with my face
Crackling like static, like muffled rain
And I walk along the lines of amber light
Watching the snow quickly fall
Into and out of the glow, out of being seen
And yet still it grows into the winter
Morning. I’ll see it through frost
Blooming on my windows
And the snow will become
Blizzards, rain, thawing puddles, clear skies
But for now, it is still
It is quiet here
Violent Midnight
blurry eyes
heavy face
itching for sleep
that won’t come
because the ball will drop at midnight
shining in a million colors
levitating like a God
among men
the crowd stretches
blocks away
counting down
destruction in ten
shattering
fracturing
an explosion
ringing ears
ring in the new year
new excitement
five minutes until midnight
and I’m starting to question
the expense, an effort done
just to destroy the ball
why ring in the new year
with violence
one minute
thirty
fifteen
ten
nine
eight
seven
six
five
four
three
two
one, it drops
but doesn’t plummet
falls but doesn’t break
why did I expect it to
b r e a k ?
Peaceful Dark
on the drive home
it’s snowing
gently onto window sills
powdered sugar dusted
a blissful peace among evergreens
a delicate lift in the cold
as you trust
everything is okay
and shall be soon
on this stretch of road
and the next
you are safe
to wake in the morning
to a feeling such as this
Heaven on Earth
are you born from the snow
an angel?
or something real
phosphorescence, incandescence
I double over at the sight of you
you call my name
I’ll carry you
to the Heavens
we’ll rise
but I’ve forgotten
my back doesn’t come with wings
so you rise while I
f
a
l
l
all I want is too high
so I lay in the snow
where I found you
Weather
always be prepared
for it may
snow
rain
hail
sleet
mist
scorch
burn
blow
drizzle
dip
dive
dance
in Michigan
With the winter fast approaching, I wanted to share a glimpse from the summer 😉
