Winter storm descends
Blinding the world
Windswept, swirling
Flakes in torrents hurling
From a sullen, sinister sky
Somber silence in its wake
Flowers in full bloom frozen
Leaves this morn fallen -- buried, unraked
Night's icy fingers keep me awake
But morning's light stirs my soul
Rays of sun butter my roll
Brighter, every warmer, now my thoughts
With them, winter's battles to be fought...
Categories:
unraked, hope, light, storm, sun,
Form: Rhyme
Winter Leaves
by Odin Roark
Seemingly adrift
Without care
Emblematic of interim homelessness
Yet
They rest unraked
Awaiting the next frost
The next thaw
The cyclic disintegration
The sequence they know so well
Still
We
The conscious ones
See not the wisdom of their seasonal trial
That arctic-like mission
Taking them to where they need to be
Come spring
The mulch of the winter
Delivers the gift
The nutrients for realizing
Spring’s glory
The cycle’s inevitable reconnect
Some might see it like love
Except nature knows
Without the up down
Bloom /wilting
Life/ death
There is no continuum
Blossoming
Lest we forget
The same tree
Bush
Vine
Doesn’t pack it in
Just because
Temperatures go seasonally cold
When will we learn
The heart
The mind
The being
Like all of nature
Is meant to be susceptible?
And
Like our favorite flower
We too
Are vulnerable
The difference is
The plant knows
Cycles are not only innocent
They are like the nature of everything
Knowing reality loathes tampering
And perhaps
The reason leaves naturally go on
Nurture the next generation
Without agenda
Is they’re gifted over us
They don’t have sentience
To mess them up
Categories:
unraked, nature,
Form: Free verse