The Hidden

A tangled thicket
of dark branches
which
rattle and scrape
with each slight
frozen breeze
yet deep within
sheltered and safe
lies a spark
of life
waiting for warmth
and a chance
to break out
and be free.

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Little Sounds

Comfortable
and warm
there comes  the
drip drip drip
I hear you
I say
and rise to
go explore
to find the puddle
and the wet
and wonder…
what next?

And wouldn’t it be nice if that pitterpat of drip I heard was melt outside my window instead of the sink… once again leaking.  Damnit.

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Snowfall

Each step
as silent
as a whisper
as the soft tufts
of delicate lace
land
with little pats
upon lashes
nose
and branches
revealing themselves
through haze
of white
one step at a time

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Winter Trickery

Shades of warmth
conceal the
frigid bite
in the air
that turns
everything
brittle as glass
and brings a haze
to the air

Don’t let
the golden glow
fool you
Grab a coat

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Peaceful Moments

Sometimes
it is the cold
that brings things
into focus
and allows
sweet peace
to slip in and swirl
through senses
as deep breaths
flow
wet and soothing
like a balm
upon the soul

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The Invasion

Clouds drop down
to kiss tree tops
and thread
between trunks
caressing the ground
in wet dewy touches
swallowing
giant mountians
rivers and lakes
in an existence
of white confusion
and silence
that will only last
a little while

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