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Thursday, January 26, 2012

Winter Turns

The cold days grow longer
The Sun still slinking away before the day is done
Heavens cracked and snow poured forth
Ice hid sneakily under the heaping piles of deceiving whiteness
Clouds once white start turning grey and heavy
As the Rain grinds deep into banks of snow
The Wet snow sinks heavily into the ground
Mixing snow and rain to slush that freezes in irregular patterns
of foot prints and shovel tracks and half melted shapes
Winter rushing in had tripped and turned to spring

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Grandfather Clock

Tick Tock 
Tick Tock

Goes the Grandfather Clock 
at the end of the hall 
to the right

Tick Tock 
Tick Tock

The pendulum swings.
Ticking away the minutes, 
the hours of the days

Tick Tock 
Tick Tock

With the face of the sun
and eyes of the moon
Stands the Grandfather Clock all alone

Tick Tock
Tick Tock

The key has been lost
for over a year 
and still it goes

Tick Tock
Tick Tock

The chime rings clear
Down the hall in the parlor we hear
the strike of noon
Then...
We wait
Held breath in anxious pause
Has it rung its last toll?

Tick Tock 
Tick Tock

Goes the Grandfather Clock 
at the end of the hall 
to the right

Friday, January 6, 2012

The First Snow Fall

The first snow falls
and the woods grow white
The mighty fir trees rise out
from blankets heaped high of snow
Their ever greens peaking through

Silence has fallen
Even the wind speaks in hush tones
Whistling through the trees

No creature is viable 
The only signs of life
small footprints traced
among the trees
Of some unseen force
That pranced lightly
here and there
Before fading in the dusk

Suns light filters through the cracks
Beams of light gleam off
snow covered towers
Sinking lower the colors shift to
oranges and pinks
That warm the cool landscape

As night moves in
Purples and midnight blues
Warping all in pale moons light
Turning forest greens into nights black
Snow glittering silver under the stars
Not so far away an owl cries
and night begins