Sunday, December 31, 2017

Dwindling

The days unmarked flow by, the nights forgot;
The rhythm only of the world remains.
I do what I have done. It's not a lot.
The season does not call for many brains,
So mine just disengages as we slide
Slowly out of December. Snow piles high.
And we beneath it simply must abide
Waiting for some cessation in the sky.
The clouds roll by uncaring of below
The sun shines down, but does not warm the day
Which oozes itself out, viscously slow
In shades of white, offwhite, and almost-gray.
Each moment blends together, and each year
Why one should end, one start, is still unclear.

Saturday, December 16, 2017

Global Warming

The cold wet season comes around again
And I am tired. All of us are tired.
The only thought in all our minds is when
The snow will melt. So ardently desired
Is this far moment, you would think the heat
Of all that longing would have brought it on.
But all our wishes cannot yet unseat
The winter from its place. Yet it will be gone.
And since we hate the snow, we find it hard
To realize how awful it would be
If we up north could tend a green, clear yard
All winter long. That possibility
Seems wonderful, until our minds recall
The horror of hot summer, spring, and fall.

Saturday, December 9, 2017

Daily

The sight of her still makes me weak inside
Even though I see her everyday;
She walks right in and I am butterflied
And even more so that she comes to stay.
I love to see her sitting in a chair
Her forehead wrinkled up in concentration
Or watch her lie upon the couch and stare
Into the distance with deep fascination
For when she does I see in her bright face
The same intensity I've always seen
The brilliance no exhaustion can erase
The wisdom that is somehow evergreen.
Our hours together linger in my soul
And by her presence my heart is made whole.