Winter Storm
A winter storm
Blankets the world
In silent white
Brings the ice cream
Covering in the night
Wake with Angel dust
Frozen to the ground
I venture out to run
And no one to be found.
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The Eve
The Eve
The eve of New Year has arrived
The fog rolls in covering the lamppost
The dismal air filled with a chill of a pending storm.
Maybe this is it, maybe the fog will usher the new year.
Maybe the white snow trailing behind it will bed the past.
The squirrels will scamper into the nested trees
The only sound when we venture out will be our footsteps,
The screams of the last murder of crows left behind with hope.
The hope to find the last field just turned from farmer’s plow.
Crunching the frozen ground laid by winter’s arrival,
We are brought into the silence of ourselves
Maybe then, we will think to pray.
CMM. 2021
Snow Moon
Full Snow Moon tonight
Climbing horizon in sight
A blue pastel light…
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