Peaceful Flurries

from phone 053

Snow falls peacefully.

Wind blows fast and hard.

I hate missing you

throughout this chill.

Winter has taken over

inside of me,

numbing what I know,

freezing all reality

as I stare into the coldness.

Silence appears

laying in the whiteness…

I wish I was snow

and you

the shovel scooping,

unearthing,

gathering

me up towards you.

The beauty of moments

is that you never know

when you are making

a cherished memory.

Mine hold many of us

frozen somewhere in time.

Winter Dream

Winter at PQR
Winter at PQR

I felt you

in the witching hours

falling on me,

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a vision of white

fluffs,

coldness,

serenity

and hearing the wind

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through my ears

somewhere in the distance

of my dream.

You engulfed me,

embracing all naked sentiments

while making me whole…

again

with this wintery morning

in the mountains

of a reverse youth

and smiles.

Window

Morning at my Window
Morning at my Window

The wind graciously dances

with the chimes

as the water swirls,

ripples,

and indents the pond.

Blue and mauve streaks

echo in the distance sky.

The sun magnifies the

gold,

green,

gray, and

frigid

hues on the mountain.

What kind of day will this be?

The coldness chills

every part of my body

and I can’t seem to move

but only watch,

witness, and enlightened

through the voyeurism

from my bedroom.

What I would give

to be a bird right now

and soar over all this land

so that my wings

could touch the entrance

of Heaven

and I would be….