Ice-laced, morning chased
frozen thoughts are raised
reaching to the cold gray sky
asking questions – how and why
Frozen – – in a solemn grip
a single snowflake falls
silently we watch and wait
while a stark earth calls
Unable, unwilling, unspoken
to respond
unknowing, uncaring, not there –
we go on…
Never quite, in our sight
clearly seeing what we’ve done;
where we’ve gone…
Some mornings I rise with joys, others with questions and cold. I seem to read the earth message – search for it – as I rise. Fast frozen in this chrysalis of winter – now is the time to let those questions out into the depths of a cold sleeping world, from a frozen heart. Let them go. Breathe them out. Do not worry how they sound or what they mean. They fall upon the snow-topped frozen earth and wait – like us – for spring. Go about your day. Lose yourself in the concretes of must-dos….those questions lie like burning seeds upon the frame of time. Given, they will rebirth, and visit you with surprise, when time responds and we have ears …
