gravitating together,
children - puffy fat in snowsuits - grasp
one another's mittened hands,
in-line unison,
their fall backwards into a soft ridge of snow
kid-laughter dances on the bending wind of cold
saturated tones of silliness
freefall play
repeated in fresh drifts with puckish twists
newfound layers of warmth
with ruddy, winter-worn complexions
an untroubled time
in the bruised abundance of snow
etched by imprints
winter's candy floss to children
life-loving voices that torch the chilling air
with joy
before heartbreak is definable
before bindings shape their toil
Poem composed February 20, 2022
Categories:
mittened, childhood, cute, encouraging, joy,
Form: Free verse
red noses dripping
pink cheeks stinging from cold air
mittened hands clapping
written November 14, 2021
for "Fall or Winter Holiday Haiku" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Tania Kitchen
Categories:
mittened, children, winter,
Form: Haiku
END OF DREAM.
Perhaps I have lost the end of dream
For indulging in too much wakefulness
Or I have replicated the regale reality
In charades of some perpetual imagined.
Will I ever stay in sleep of easeful death
Or wake up to the call of an anguished strife
Where life makes some sense in living
Despite the instructions of digressed nights.
To give a purpose to veiled intensity
Or a shift away from the drunken stupor
In discovering knowledge of the lonely sea
Into endless marches of the spacious fervour.
Strapping the worlds beyond mittened sway
Stealing saltants from builders of milky way.
Categories:
mittened, sorrow,
Form: Lyric
It snowed the day my mother taught me to engrave
She held a waxy green leaf between her mittened fingers
And mapped each yellow vein with her eager eyes
All filled up to the lashes with yellow
Scraping away the green, catching it under her fingernails
She found my name like some ancient code in its shallow skin
White winter sun tentatively fingered the letters
And the wind took them elsewhere
Towards the great grey clouds above
Meanwhile our feet lay planted to the ankles
In something cold and heavy.
Categories:
mittened, daughter, hope, mother,
Form: Free verse
Bitter, bitter, bitter
not as in a taste on tongue
or unrequited loves' remain,
only of wind thats wrung
all warmth from the air.
Bitter, bitter, bitter
all the way through to bone,
clenching chattering teeth,
and breath blown
on mittened hands.
Shine of sun to deceive
beckons one out of doors
brain has an idea of sun
that roars
away outside
caught in bitter's bite.
Categories:
mittened, nature, seasons,
Form: Free verse