December 2019

A Dance Of Epic Proportions

The fog is heavy as a blanket
& thick enough for warmth
but chilling to the touch

the heaviness of how it lies
upon the landscape
muffles sound

a density that ensconces trees
& enfolds houses

one might believe they can
all but move it aside
with the touch of a hand

but it will not move
not willingly

it will wait below whilst
a brilliant shining orb
burns above &
cannot be seen
nor felt

a dance of epic proportions
goes on outside
my window

who is the real master
or mistress
here

a hidden shift that will
only reveal the answer
by one of the dancers
next moves

but for now as in a game
game of chess
it is a stalemate

the dancers seemingly
frozen in time

This Image Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

People wake seeing a beautiful morning
a day to be thankful for, to love
though the day is gray and dismal
but not I

days to be thankful for are days
filled with sun, vibrant colors
birdsong in the air
my days

today for me was different, amazing
after sleeping soundly within
a cocoon of dreams
light with bliss

the day a typical winter gray morn
was stunning shades of gray
that cast a pallor over all
it touched

even shadows did not evade it
merging with the landscape
& holiday lights muted mists
in gray fog

but it was all a beautiful morning
as I greeted shades of gray
nature’s subtle watering in
colors of gray

Image Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art (No snow yet but I could not resist this beautiful image)

The wind has calmed today
its’ assault upon the land

driven not as yesterday
rain still is falling down

the rivers will still rise
but will abate with time

no doves were on the wing
drifting down so silently

but doves have now returned
to softly settle on the ground

from the corner of my eye
grey, white feathers falling

Image Below Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

To be cleansed by the salty brine
of the ocean’s ever incoming surf
is like being one with the conch

being held on the empty sandy shore
waiting for the waves gently lapping
its’ beauteous shell

to feel cleansed, to be whole
you can be still within the pain
the suffering you hold

be embraced as the conch is washed
clean and listen to the ocean
within your heart

This Image Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art