It was a better ending to a slow week. I hope it keeps up.I wonder how much of the surley mood sswings are related to the weather. or the political climate. I do feel a lifting of the gloomy pall from the shoulders of people.

It looks like no poem today

The week has been gray and cold. Along with the snow, it seems the weight of the world was dumped here. Everything slowed to a crawl. The temperaments of people though not surley, they were shadowed in a heaviness. I do not know about others, but for me this week, I have been more mentally exhausted than I have in a long time. This poem today is more of introspection than of nature.

 Trails in the Snow

As problems weigh upon

the shoulders,

so be the grey clouds

above...

A biting cold that gnaws

at my bones

freezing the marrow with

tentacles creeping in...

Each falling flake of snow

adds its' weight in chill

I gaze upon the tracks of

deer and rabbit crossing

the yard...

empty imperfections marring

the white blanket

Then I wonder, from where did

they come? Where do they

go?..

As pure as the reflected sun

and sharp as the shadows

that lay upon this white...

They come from the past and

go into the future...

I think I shall gather and cloak

myself in warm memories of

the past...

I shall travel this cold track

of imperfections

into the future

ccd Jan. 2012



I guess my brain must be fried this week I have no idea or inspiration for a poem.
I will however post  pictures from Lake Tamarack and my back yard, taken today.

I had another lazy Sunday. Went to bed about one hour later and slept  past the alarm .
light brunch  early dinner. then off to Lake Tamarack.

I took my new flute with me. It was sounding good until the wood got to cold to hold its  its' tone.

The lake is now frozen over no slush all solid ice

Unknown Visitor

In fitful slumber

fighting morning"s

wakening...

I chase threads of

forgotten dreams

A thread I grasp...

Snap... the poem I had

in dream is gone...

What is this scent

in my room that breaks

the thread?

Familiar is this  smell

that invades my nose

What is this lilac scent of

phantoms past?

memories of

 spring or soul of friend?

I am alone...

to me, this visitor

remains unknown...

and yet I smile

to memories past

ccd Jan. 2012

The first day of the year of 2012. It also falls on the first Sunday of the year that is the first day of the week.It is also the last year in the Mayan calendar.It is going to be an interesting year. A gentle rain falls on a tepid day. I have little in my mind this day for a poem so i will try to use what I wrote a couple of months ago to inspire/

Dream Rose

...

Ruined blinded eyes

Scarlet rose upon black silk

Blooms within my mind

...

Unfinished

 

Strumming the screens on

my unshuttered windows

the wind promises

life with the rain

tossed upon the roof

 

Rolling grey and black clouds

split for but a moment

the suns rays bring

warmth to this tepid day

 

This day is but

one of many promises

yet to be...

I leave this verse as

is this year...

 unfinished

 

ccd Jan. 2012