past winter – their is still time

I shall not look past Winter.
Despite the forgetful frost,
Something fertile lies,
Coiled buried beneath.

I shall suffer the sacrifice
and savor the sweetness
of anticipation.

cold cold morning

what to make of the shadows
who have never made the journey:

its a stumble down the hall way
foreign to any memories guide
when trust of your senses
belong not even too you..

its a cold, cold morning
i needed love a friend or guide
when no one there to trust.

there is no one left but me
and what i am willed to see

no one left to trust
not even me.

   

subway synchronization

Standing in the subway crowd
Feeling so alone
The Winter blues
A touch of gray
Frozen to the bone.

Something is here
I cannot believe
I haven’t seen before,
Although I’ve come
To stand in this place
A thousand times or more.

The crowd sways
Like fields of whey
pushed by crosswind might
faces gently leaning
toward the doors
likes stalks lean
towards sunlight

Ive come here as
An army of War
I’ll leave a man of Peace
The lion poses
most majestic
whthin a hill crest sleep.

The World that seemed
Like a grand place
grows smaller everyday
I stand lion hearted
my face leaning to the sun.
above the crowded subway.

 
 
old poem revised.

Winter Can’t Last For Ever

it’s a bit warmer, here
knowing where the future’s lies,
warm anticipation
of looking in your eyes.

although Winter constellation
still hunts the night skies
I guess it’s best
just stay inside
where its warm and dry.

It’s cold outside,
far between
now, and where
the future lies….
within thine eyes,
where I want to be
Winter cannot keep
up it’s boorish freeze

closer to you
is where I want to be
its just a bit warmer
knowing thats where
i am heading to be.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Thaw Brushes

salty stream soak urban paths
sun rays warm pedestrian shoulders
pedals shivering on
white gray acrylic
winter colors stream through urban paths

the odors of impending Spring
with warm memory
sweep streets like
brush stokes with
flowing flowering enthusiasm.