River Musings (37)

Existence
or my perception
of it
is a clash
of paradoxical
forces:
moving forward
as the river moves
at high flood
or under ice
but also
a cycle
melting
and refreezing
receding to
dry stones
and
returning to earth
as rain

Through the window (36)

Sister Moon
winks
playfully
at her
strange
manmade
moon
sisters

Denial (35)

I could

imagine

as I look up

lying

on my back

in a pool

of blue

that reflects

summer skies

Met in Passing (34)

Lady Sun
just awakened
but fierce
Sister Moon
fading
in farewell
When
will we three
meet again?

Apology (33)

Dear Nature,
today
we are separated
by so much more
than glass
By windchill
and shortened days
By time
by will
or lack of both
By duty
taken
and given
and pushed in
even when
no more room remains

Can we clear 

our calendars

before spring?

Overcast (32)

What languid hand

moved through

the clouds

and left

these trails

behind?

Co-Conspirators Two (31)

Back to their
old tricks
Lady Sun
dazzles
with her brilliant
rays
while Winter
circles behind
to playfully
knock away
our breath