snowmeditation

Winter Poems

In the dark of winter, dark like the raw umber of a moth’s wings,

As the bark of the tree thickens within its casing

Infinite insects have burrowed deep to sleep.

The trunk of the tree I imagine is like an apartment complex of furry animals

Housed for a season in perfect harmony.

For don’t you imagine the tit mouse and chickadee

Commune with the squirrels

Who nest up in the branches in a leaf dwelling

That defies gravity and sense?

Do they borrow from each other’s larder?

Do they pick at the dormant insects?

And as the wind howls and the bare branches bend

All the creatures held in the cavity of the tree

Trill a tune, that’s more like a hum,

A sound that covers the night sky in a blanket of somber white silence.

 

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The longest Indian summer

Exhaled its last

And suddenly the window of winter

Flung itself open

Tossing the final autumnal leaves

Littering them in careless piles

Around my feet

Raining golden petals

And leaving the branches bare

As if in surrender

At last, at last

A shuddered sigh, a raspy gasp

 

I throw my mittened hands to the sky

And my face, eyes closed,

Turns to see the shadows

My heavily bundled self reflects

As if in surrender

At last, at last

A shuddered sigh, a raspy gasp

 

Bone cold, I sink into a hot bath

And melt into a steamy dream

As the dark descends

Upon the frost bitten garden

Tomatoes stunted at the green

To never ripen

Flowers folded like petaled prayers

The hum of summer

Has lost its sweet tune

As if in surrender

At last, at last

A shuddered sigh, a raspy gasp

 

Hands at my heart, a frozen gaze

Inhale to exhale

The vacuous sound

A seasons language translated to silence.