No Thoughts

No Thoughts

 

There are no words

They’ve tumbled

Off and away

Tossed on a sea

Sprinkled with white.

In the silence of the night

Muffled by the falling snow

Words and thoughts

Fall to the wayside

Leaving me to feel

The silence and the chill

Of a winter on the bay.

It is as it is.

Neither here nor there,

Just existence.

Never Ending Winter

Never Ending Winter

 

Days grow

Achingly longer,

Crawling

A snails pace towards spring,

But it does nothing

To quell

The unease,

The discomfort,

The weight

That pulls me down

As the winter months

Drag endlessly on and on.

Weariness has taken up residence

Daily tasks

A chore.

Yet there’s hope

Spring will come

Warmth will return

And with the melting of the snow

So too will the funk

That has descended upon me.

The tiredness will fade into the darkness

As daylight lasts longer and longer.

Until then

I push through everyday

Weeping with joy

At every sunny moment

Laughing whenever I can.

Pulling light

Out of the winter darkness

When I am able

And sinking

Into rest when I cannot see the light.

Another Winter Scene

Another Winter Scene

 

In the waning light of day

Shadows stretch

Far behind.

Standing lonely

Above the world,

Empty,

Covered in a white blanket

Untouched, unmarred.

Lonely atop

A snowy hill.

Silence pierces

Treetops

Spindly arms scarcely

Blocking the view

The lake laid out below,

Peaceful in its winter glory.

It’s just another winter scene.

Winter Chill

Winter Chill

 

Wind bites my face

The moment I open the door.

It’s frigid

Way too cold to comprehend.

Life must still

Go on,

Work must get done.

This weather inspires nothing

But the desire for hibernation.

It does something to the mind

Creates false thinking

Imagination runs wild

When forced to remain inside

Safe from a deathly cold.

Worry is in overdrive

Dreams go from bad to worse

Night after night.

When you wake up alone

After such dreams it changes you

An ominous feeling you can’t shake.

The cold

It changes you,

The darkness, that bookends every day.

We forget what it’s like

To be in the sun.

We leave in the dark

Only to return in darkness.

It’s tough

This time of year,

Winter isn’t for the faint of heart

It tests you.

Keep breathing

It’s the only way to survive.

Turn To Winter

Turn To Winter

 

Tree branches

Bend and twist

In the morning light

Silhouetted against

The shades of blue

Growing lighter as the sun rises

In the East.

Leaves have fallen

Only bony fingers remain

One or two hang on

For dear life

Clinging to a summer home

No longer

Able to sustain

Where they wait until the next big wind

Tears them away

To repose upon the ground.

Winter is almost here

Their quiet rest implies.

I look beyond and see the snowflakes

Fly,

The winter silence

Fills my heart

I’m brought to mountain tops

Of swirling snow

I see the gentle mantle of white

That covers every

Scrawny branch,

The frosty breath I can see in the morning.

It’s only the beginning,

The snow has not yet arrived,

We’re tucked away inside

As the chill fall nights

Slowly turn to frigid winter darkness.