Listening to Soft Chords

somewhere, here, in between
winter more like fall
summer more like spring

these.
more and beyond,
steps and stumbles, days and daydreams
and the desire to create.

Absence and Ice Trays

Frozen smiles
are carved out places

Where, we wait.

A tiny door inside the mind
Inside the mind it stands

And trembling with anticipation
first to open it
then to close it
then to lock it

Letting in
Shutting out
Ignorance

A warm embrace of fuzzy silence
Calm and control, diffused energy

Letting miracles not happen

Towards

Barren omnipotent white
Cascade of grey blue shielded sorrow

The winter sky
and all the birds stop singing
and all the snowflakes fall
and every moment lingers,

awaits your beck and call

and all the dew drops disappear
into the steadfast seas
remiss to wait another year
to caress their lovely trees

a single hand unveils the sun