Snow moves like mountain ash,
yet we look up too late.
Who will save us now?
Fate takes the snow,
makes it fall differently,
and we are whole.
We continue to move.
There is only death and decay
to leave behind
since the great war of 2046.
Category: snow
All I have
You keep looking at me,
yet you cannot see it all.
There are holes in my heart and
voices of my ghosts in my head.
Feelings today may swish and
sway as feelings change often.
All I have is my love for you
and
my many poetic confessions
received
like falling snow.
Quilted Landscape
Persimmon, indigo, and blue
a quilted work on the landscape
Snow, a crisp understanding
a sunset turns towards twilight, the night
Haunted by the image of landscape
a measure of magic in this ethereal place
Longing for different vibrations
and feelings to come from the snow places
a dream of snow and imagination
Bathed in the last of the sunset twilight
vibrations of colour and snow
Leave me breathless in the dim moonlight
Paw Prints
Footprints in the snow
Followed by a tail and two
paw prints in the snow
we arrive side by side soft
at the forest cathedral
A Warm Fire
we walk in the mist,
we walk in the cold
you talk about nothing,
I talk about everything
we arrive at a warm fire
we arrive at a hot stew
you set the table,
I pour the champagne
and
then
the ice wine
Snow Forest
hypnotic snowflakes
a forest shrouded in my
warm winter dreaming
Forest Witch
The forest is full of the sounds of snow-covered trees, scurrying creatures, and the hoot of an owl.
By the lambent glow of the lamp, a witch walks along carrying a song to the trees, the snow, and the Earth.
As she walks, trees bow, creatures dance, and the owl nods.
VSS: A Familiar
Running in the snow. The forest disorientates you.
The face of a wolf in the distance clams you. A familiar.
You slump against a tree.
Too young to freeze, yet too old to endure the middle of winter; distant voices sound.
You wake from a fever.
The cat licks you.
The Fly
Thoughts of snow,
reprieve from the heat.
Chickens live next door,
often disguised as roosters.
Flies buzz determined;
evil beasts want tasty food.
A beast enters by magic,
the instant recognition of the fly swat.
Angry as a beast lands,
you wildly spank the chair.
Sunlit Gardenias
Very beautiful
The sunlit Gardenias
blossoming warm snow
Very beautiful
The sunlit Gardenias
Blooming for our love
C & K 