Cold wind whips ice-cream star dust
around the hanging frosty pale moon,
stretching the curtain on winter’s night
lingering just long enough…
Shinning white wishes on a
promise day of ice-covered earth
left dormant from tomorrow’s spring
in secrets of russet latent hope…
As a frigid coil whips frothy star dust
while a wanting bird chirps for warmth,
slightly flying into a frozen morning
he pauses to listen for company…
Bathing in the shinning silver wishes
hanging with the cold pallid moon,
he chirps again and lingers to listen
in secrets of still iced air of wanting hope…
Quiet resounding love threads the weave
of dawn with the promises of
morning, night and enchantment
twist blindly among the beginnings…
Pry upon my watchful eye,
as I see the sun go down
setting shadows on the ground.
Yet I know and then I hope
when darkness comes that I will cope
with the fact that this will be
For after December 21st
the snow will come from winter’s burst.
The sun will once again begin to shine
taking up more of the time
of day to give back to me;
my longing sense of sanity…
Copyrighted: 2010 CMM
Cold the sun
which days now come,
a frozen still breath,
a summer now done.
to watch and listen
a quiet sublime.
Oh, but the promise
of summer’s youth,
is lost among dried
leaves now mute.
No wind, no breeze,
does not remain
as time has come,
winter’s season now reclaimed.
© CMM 2012
to ride off from the cold sun of winter’s promise.
Is it cold that slows the squirrel’s journey up
or their strife of yesterday’s feast of stowed summers.
The nip of hope, and the sting from the unknown,
stand as cold air in a windless day of frozen temperatures.
Yet, the move of the hours will re-ignite the heavenly stars
biding rest to the weary feeling full of the day’s survival.
Copyrighted: CMM 2009