memories from the winter
packed tightly I suppose,
from foot prints on snow
some stand idly and then go, others stomp mightily in a woe
I’m trapped by the tyranny they bestow
I become hardened and cold,
snow packed on steel
everything darkened behold,
a box with a tight seal
I’m losing my imagination, I’m losing my self control
rolling in frustration down a mountain so
but Ice, then wind
I’m into meditating again
I grab a branch so thin
for a frosty burn on my skin
it’s time to rest and put the day away
the thought of climbings been chased far astray
I set my limbs to be frozen in place
and drift away into an altered space
a dreamier winter in December to embrace
feeling a sense of calm, as the sky bombs purple onto snow
looking out the window to a circle with a glow,
a horizon I look at often so
where will it take me? where will I go?
all the tall pines only know the signs a dying sun shows
all lonely and low I comply and let go
I follow the snow that glows on a future spring meadow
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We needed this.
Thanks, I was hoping it would aid in cooling people down. It’s hot out atm!