snow

mother nature is confused

Posted on

mother nature is confused

 

pounding rains

lighting strikes through the sky

cloudy and sunny at the same time

snow swirls bouncing off the glass as it turns to hail

clouds of dust so dense the world becomes brown

 

in what seems like the changing and clashing of the seasons

five minutes has passed

 

but one ray of light shines brighter than the rest

casting the rain, snow, and wind in a shadow so dark they crumple

and fall into the ground

 

as the sun gains energy

mother nature is at ease

all is still

Advertisements

I stood at the top

Posted on

I stood at the top

of the snowy hill

its curves a sheet

of soft white

seamless perfection

 

as the hill transcends

to the town below

a scene of chaos

breaks out

horns blare

as angry drives

slam on their breaks

men throw their words

at each other

the volume of their words

rising in harsh tones

 

my hill is my sanctuary

a place of observance

where I sit

and ponder

the life about me

a child awaits the Christmas snow

Posted on

a child awaits the Christmas snow

white flakes descending from the sky

catching the sun like a million pieces of glitter

no two the same

the fresh powder a sure sign that Santa will come

 

the snowman that sits in the yard

bright orange carrot for a nose

and a black felt hat

stick arms waving in the air

seems so real he could come to life

 

“would you like a cup of hot cocoa?”

the child asks

and though the snowman doesn’t answer

the child holds the old thermos up to his mouth

sharing the warmth of Christmas

peace and joy

 

one day the child will grow

have children of his own

but he will always await the Christmas snow

and cherish not only the memories

but also the spirit of all that is good

uneven snowflakes float

Posted on

uneven snowflakes float

from the ashen sky

 

filling every curve crack & crevice

resting on the frozen ground

though different

each one stacks perfectly atop the one that preceded it

painting the rolling hills and scattered rooftops

light bursts of smoke mixing into the sky

the purest of whites

 

to some this scene may seem desolate

unnerving

like they are clawing at the walls of a completely white room

trapped

 

they don’t see the beauty

the breathlessness

the purity that lay at their feet

 

endless opportunity awaits