She whispers my name... Only I can hear

Saturday, November 23, 2013

Tiny Dancers

Today sunshine flirted with the clouds as the cold air moved in from the West.
And then the Snowflakes came to play
Right there outside my window
Tossed and tussled on the shifting winds
The Snowflakes wove and danced
Drifting lazy unconcerned, aloof
The Snowflakes danced and danced
Some rising some falling some looping and stalling
The whisper of December calling
Tucking in the fields and open spaces
With white blankets laden with Winter's sleepy spells
All while the Snowflakes danced

Wednesday, November 06, 2013

The Last Barefoot Day

A dark day
And then a bright one
A day of twisting turmoil
A tempest travesty played by the South Wind
Against a season trying to turn
All the sullen gray broken
And changed again into day
Asking nothing more than light
A splendor on the long unkempt, still green, grass
Aglow and warm with the memory of Spring
And a promise for a new Spring to come
A great day, blue-bright blustering
An introspective day on the edge of Winter
Autumn, too swiftly unfolding
A rare day
A warm day
A barefoot day
...The last barefoot day... Perhaps
At long last