3 Poems

Freeze Time

some days

I just sit

looking out

at frozen waters

no sound

but the clock ticking

my seasons away…

Seven Degrees This Morning

snow in the air

oatmeal

Rachmaninoff

Clapton

in no particular order

this happiness

bright

and fleeting

as a cardinal

on the wing

Trackless

last night

there was snow

and fierce wind

erasing

every print

fox, bird, deer,

human, vehicle

landscape sculpted

smooth

unmarred

trackless

this morning

blank canvas

you start over

again

the painting

the poem

the road

no footsteps ahead

no easier path

made by those

who’ve gone before

it is only you

and pristine emptiness

dazzling

clean

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