Taking a Stand

sunflowersky

 

They may be frozen,

but they stand, waiting for sun –

hope springs eternal

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She Dug

Dig

It wasn’t her mess.

She never asked

to be buried alive.

She didn’t even own a shovel.

But her desire to see sunlight

grew strong,

flexed hope like muscles

rippling, horses straining

at the foreign taste of metal

on tender tongues

with dreams of churning hooves,

tasting island sun

like Freedom

coursing through wild veins.

She dug

until bare fingers

left rivulets of red

on bunkers of blue steel.

She dug

until she ached with cold,

fatigue festering like ulcers,

disillusionment stalking

in blizzard’s cloak.

She digs still –

for, having seen a glimpse

of sapphire sky,

her soul will not

consent to being

buried.

On Ice

sunset ice

 

Her dreams have been

immobilized,

flash-frozen tears,

harbingers of pain. But

finger to vein

finds pulse flutters

still – when her dawn

rises, rivers

will flow freely

once more, quenching

her winter soul.

Winter Waiting

potentillabranch

Small felt smaller still after

being buried alive, wrapped

Egyptian style in layers

bred of cold desperation.

*

Much energy was wasted

fuming, whining, recounting

tales of those whose days were filled

with blue skies and toes in sand,

Paradise lost; squirming drove

Small deeper into her grave,

tied icy anchors to hopes

that hell had frozen over.

*

Large watched in compassionate

silence. Grieving. Waiting for

Small’s heart to thaw. He sent his

love in diamonds, reflective

prisms in hues carved by age-

old mysteries into shards

of brilliance, setting each stone

with a jeweller’s practised eye,

glowing treasures at her throat.

*

He waits still. Small sags, sulky,

snow-blind. But patience lives where

love glitters; Large wipes her tears

with rainbows, crowns her mornings

with gentle soliloquies

cooed by mourning doves,

harnessing the Chinook winds

to end her hibernation.

Thoughts Upon a Tassimo

chai tea latte

 

O steaming hiss, O spiced delight

Which percolates this frigid night,

You melt the coldest, hardest heart

By brewing scalding works of art.

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You know it’s cold when your own government puts out public service announcements warning you to stay indoors because of a dangerous wind-chill factor. Long live the Tassimo!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Listening

frostyashtrees

 

Soft and still, the silent snow

Speaks in icy syllables –

Rosy cheeks and tingling toes,

Hibernating miracles,

Children carving angel’s wings,

Jingling sleigh-bells, frozen breath;

Holidays and lights on strings,

Life in temporary death.

 

 

Falling Asleep

frosted leaves

Turn the lights down low, my love,

And tuck me into bed;

Frost has woven wintry spells

To crown my sleepy head.

Snowy blankets settle soft

To cover drowsy toes;

Hibernation croons its song

While frozen dreamscapes doze.