The days are short,
The sun a spark,
Hung thin between
The dark and dark.
Fat snowy footsteps
Track the floor.
Milk bottles burst
Outside the door.
Today I opened wide my eyes,
And stared with wonder and surprise,
To see beneath November skies
An apple blossom peer;
Upon a branch as bleak as night
It gleamed exultant on my sight,
A fairy beacon burning bright
Of hope and cheer.
'Alas! ' said I, 'poor foolish thing,
When the grey lake-water rushes
Past the dripping alder-bushes,
And the bodeful autumn wind
In the fir-tree weeps and hushes, --
When the air is sharply damp
Round the solitary camp,
And the moose-bush in the thicket
Glimmers like a scarlet lamp, --
When the birches twinkle yellow,
And the cornel bunches mellow,
Give to me the life I love,
Let the lave go by me,
Give the jolly heaven above
And the byway nigh me.
Bed in the bush with stars to see,
Bread I dip in the river -
There's the life for a man like me,
There's the life for ever.
Let the blow fall soon or late,
Children of the future age,
Reading this indignant page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.
In the age of gold,
Free from winter's cold,
Youth and maiden bright,
To the holy light,
Naked in the sunny beams delight.
On a crisp clear morning, the sky is deeply blue,
And in the distance I can see, blue mountains too.
Blue jay is in the tree, powdery snow everywhere-
The sky is in the lake, frosty clouds in the air!
The sun lavishes lemon rays, never quite outdone,
While Uranus and Neptune, waltz afar from the sun.
Through the sticks
there is a desire to
and see her,
nothing to see here now.
March and her buds
i’ve always craved the sunshine
longing for winter to pass
and to feel
warmth radiating from within my skin
Another day of cold rain
My bones call out for warmth
Aching for the embrace of sunlight
The arms of God hugging My Earth.
With clean skies to accompany the clean state of mind.
Another day of cold rain,
I am left with nothing but a shivering spine
And a longing for brighter times.
Silent songbirds to guard the silent streets,
Their silence echos throughout the truth of my spirit and soul.
Leaves freeze in the winter cold as hands freeze against a trembling arm
Shaking trees and hands when the dark sets in
Ice falling to the ground to cover a buried heart
Sealing away the warmth of pain and love
Masking every trace of the person that existed
Building snow people in the place where solid flesh once stood
Freezing over the past and concealing the kindness
Skating through concern and away from prying glances
A paradise of snow to hide what is better left unknown