Nov 29, 2004 22:34
Winter Lunes
Miniscule whirlwhinds
dancing down
to settle softly.
The earth sleeps
in shades of soothing greys
embracing all in quilted snow.
Winter Portrait
Silvery stars, laughing, twinkling, singing
as they fall to the earth far below
exhilarating by the millions
riding the currents of the howling winds
caught in a dangerous dance
and then parachuting down to lie upon the ancestors, who gently cradle and soothe
until dreamland
the naked reversed roots above
quiver yet hold steady, maintaining their fortress
envying their lower parts, for they can remain in the cozy earth
whoever said the world was black and white?
with no other option than grey and its hues
and a certain crispness grazing every surface
glacial stalactites
and the absence of sound
except for the wind, who desperately wishes to come inside and enjoy the warmth, and so pounds at the walls to share its grief
curling up in an heirloom quilt
rich cocoa flowing
and eventually
drifting
off