Snow and Paintings

Snow and Paintings The snow began to fall late yesterday afternoon first the big flakes dropping leisurely and building up on the grass but melting as they hit warm streets Temperatures plunging in the night make for black ice on morning roads spinning cars at slick corners school buses crawling along white knuckle drivers with foreheads creased in tension I watched it fall before going to bed, last night and dreamt about paintings nine-degree latitude sunsets light bouncing off Caribbean waves flocks of Parrots and Frigate birds making there way to safe havens Paintings of Dolphins playing in the wake of a boat drawn by the hum of the engine and people’s laughter, making eye contact in that instant you feel their awareness a connection between sentient beings acknowledging each other’s holiness Portraits of tropical expats one hand wrapped around an icy glass the other on the ass of someone else’s wife portraits of outlaws in the jungle building houses that will be locked down against indigenous thieves and unwanted guests with darkness in their hearts I awoke to the snow still falling now pushed by winds in a hurry to get wherever they are going and almost forty degrees colder than yesterday no expats, no dolphins, no waterfowl or Jungle just snow and cold out of my windows and paintings of the tropics warming my soul...