A Tale of Winter

A Tale of Winter Words in front of me in sight in their style and in some weight on the type face I grin beaming with sadness A crystal ball’s incantation gleams paranormal winter magic and necromantic I reach out to the dead as a New Year dawns My father survived frostbitten winters in Russia advancing retreating dug into dugouts hanging on for dear miserable life Abused and abusive he followed the crowds steam rolled in naïve glory stripped to dead bones malediction abound His quest was misplaced devoured humanity helped to concentrate ashes like snow flakes melting in the chambers of what remained crying out in silent pain in the ghettoes boxed into madness plying its trade ever since and before Alluring attraction I fled the winters and now sit in summer on the southern side of the globe reflect cold shivering mind Songbirds feast on tomatoes peppers spice up the garden flowers seed beauty insects move on where we humans cannot Somewhere today it is winter yet my grimace wants smiles expressions of laughter’s simper ingratiation dignity’s grace I am thankful for being conceived and conceive and with some effort I vow that in small steps the wizard enchants from within Carpe diem I must and fly on the carpet with lantern in hand 02nd January 2017