Thursday, December 9, 2010


the snow hides and confines me
and this is safety
I am uncomfortably unshackled
in heat
arms swinging in the sun
too little clothing
too little snuggling

yet winter is waiting
for life to begin again
waiting to break free

I like the waiting
the snow circling in waltz time
heaven relinquishing
a gift of virgin white

1 comment:

Rob-bear said...

Winter. White upon white,
breath borne on the wind
above the snow.
Black Sadie running on her well-worn trails;
forever ready to chase her toy
one more time —
checking like a hunter
then leaping like a deer
with the joy of her "find."