Cold Solitude
Crisp air
and color washed
the world
sits frozen
in a dusting of white
so fine
it coats all in sight
and in this world
I miss you most
as it is with
the lack of color
that a feeling
of desolation
slips in to whisper
“You are alone.”
Courtship Kisses
Light
reaches down
from above
like tendrils
of fingers
skimming across
tree topped
mountains
and trickling
over
low clouds
like the soft brush
of light kisses
against
sensitive flesh
The Wild Woman
The old lady
comes to market with
curlers in her hair
and granny glasses
perched on the
very tip of her nose
She forgot her teeth
but as you pass
she will still smile
and her face folds
into a wreath
of happy wrinkles
as laughter and warmth
light her up
from within
The Tag-Alongs
Vibrant colors
in a drab world
on rolling carts
waiting outside
automatic doors
to greet
and bring a smile
as they
catch the eye
as I walk by
and they call out
to me
“Take me home!”
Cold Noses
Lets go for a walk
with chilled hands
tucked together
in deep pockets
fingers tangled
as arms brush
and boots crunch
on snow and ice
while breath plumes
to mingle in the air
and eskimo kisses
turn into
something
that will warm us
even more
The Hidden
Sleeping giants
lie in wait
concealed in layers
low clouds and fog
mist and steam
as each blends
into the other
as the frozen world
waits
for thawing warmth
to come
Twisting the Leaf 