the river holds the sky in a trembling mirror
icy but calm as if dusk has laid its hand
gently on the water’s pulse.
bare branches lean inward listening to the quiet,
to the soft descent of winter’s silver breath~
river icy on water’s quiet breath.
poem inspired by “Winter Dusk” posted June 23, 2026
the river holds the sky in a trembling mirror
icy but calm as if dusk has laid its hand
gently on the water’s pulse.
bare branches lean inward listening to the quiet,
to the soft descent of winter’s silver breath~
river icy on water’s quiet breath.
poem inspired by “Winter Dusk” posted June 23, 2026
"When did you last see something like this"?, I asked. He replied, " I have never seen anything like this", was his reply. He's been here all of his near 70 years.
Ice on the ground, the houses, the trees, the
electric lines. Trees broke and fell on electric lines and the weight of the ice broke also downed many other lines.
We were without electricity for more than 8 days, surviving from the use of our gas stove and a borrowed portable generator. We like
Many others survived by the grace of God who poured forth his merciful grace and the sun
released the warmth of it's rays.
The caring spirit of other people was remarkable. Several days of water outtage worsened the problems, and the temperatures
were below freezing for several days.
Through it all, the Grace of God proved far superior than the icy storm. We were paused
But enriched by his loving power; pained by
New depths of trial but given a measure of poise; pushed to new levels of discomfort
But graced with higher levels of gratitude.
Shrewd, sly and savvy Jack Frost
Paints the world in shining icy ghost,
With his snowy glittering art,
Amidst his peers, plays a bright frosty part.
I used to be lost,
Until I repaid the cost
So heart can defrost.
If one day my love turns icy - chill within thy spine,
Wilt thou still reach out thy gentle hand?
If mine eyes grow dark and murky,
And know not thy face nor name written in the sky,
Wilt thou still gaze at me, and love in peace?
I shall grow old one day, like a child again,
Lose my memory, my vision - grown dim;
Like a passing shadow it'll pass before me -
If that day doth come, wilt thou still sit beside me?
I saw a man counting change,
Could you spare a dime?
Yes, I’m glad I can help!
Cold Hearted
Your cold indifference
Keeps me at arm’s length
Perhaps the warm rays of my love
Will melt your icy heart
Your absence echoes
through the quiet
places of my heart
reverberations
search for you
~ returning ~
to simply fade away
You are gone
and warmth
with you
Now loneliness paints
the icy walls of
my soul
with pulsing need...
and pulsing ache
My mouth loves ice, it's all so nice,
I'd hunt it down at any price.
I'd suck it until my gums go numb,
Chew on it, even if it breaks a tooth or two.
Icy feelings, anger’s chill, a heart turned to frost,
Old maidens tossing on wide beds, feeling lost.
Perhaps they can't sleep through the long, lonely night,
As the cold winds of longing drift through their sight.
Once, in her youth, that old maid had her grace,
Caught in the joys of those days, in a blissful embrace.
She’d scoff at the suitors who came to her door,
To build a life together, she yearned for much more.
This tale of old maidens is seen far and wide,
How long will green leaves in their glory abide?
One day the cold winds will chill to the bone,
And in time, they too must face growing alone.
With each passing moment, their beauty will fade,
In the mirror of life, their youth's price is paid.
Your offspring, like leaves, will surround you with cheer,
But time leaves a gap in the heart, it’s clear.
I feel this cold chill in my own heart as well,
Struggling to sleep, in my thoughts I do dwell.
No one else can heal the deep pain that you bear,
If you don't seek the remedy, who will care?
I wish I could prevent frostbite.
But sometimes that’s impossible.
Ice that is rugged and sleek.
Tapping my knuckles on it.
Brand new ice.
That came from nowhere.
The avalanche.
Almost killed me.
Now I’m hundreds of feet high.
And my arm and leg are visible just above the snow.
I try to move my arm.
It moves but I feel nothing.
Thinking.
Icy thoughts.
Forget the toasty fireplace at home.
Family around the couch.
Thinking about…
Ice cream. Ice skating. Icicles.
Will somehow keep me alive a little longer.
I hope the helicopter sees my red coat.
Before it snows again.
blue breeze rides brown leaves
falling down as if dancing
upon icy ground
Written By: D. Collins 6/12/24
Bling, bling icy things won't get us anywhere.
They're given to show someone we really care.
The bigger the bling is the love we get back.
The larger the things is how we show our grat.
They come in many flavors, both hard and soft.
From 20-karat diamonds to just getting off.
People will play any game for their icy things.
Stoop to any level, well outside the fringe.
Some of it may be pretty, bordering beautiful.
Sucking in good people like us country folk.
We have seen Blood Diamonds and what it brings.
A disregard for man above those icy things.
Afloat in a river of stars,
Ecstasy knits the raft of thoughts,
A destination is what I seek,
Sailing away mindlessly, expecting the waters to speak.
The water calmly paves the way ahead,
As the fog of disturbance clears.
Hesitation takes bravery’s stead,
A detour that feeds on our fears.
Darkness fills the air,
It shadows the glorious sheen.
The magnificent aurora- my trail ahead,
Now had been swept off the scene.
Left with no light and soul within,
An icy breeze blankets this shell of mine.
Out speaks a voice so thin,
‘Endings are where new things begin.’
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