Frost On The Glass
I well remember how, as a child, I would wake some mornings, sun shining on my window where Jack Frost had painted all manner of shapes and scenario; these would fill me with such a sense of wonder and delight that I was sure to be thinking positively by the time I jumped out of bed, game to take on a new day, whatever...
Nothing has changed. but for the wintry realisation that I'm more years older than I either feel or care to count.
FROST ON THE GLASS
Snow leopard
pacing its territory;
Eagle circling
its prey, wolf howling
to its kin
Avalanches
stirring, poised
to destroy
even as we watch,
listen, wait
Abating now,
dark winter's cruelty;
humankind
left hugging pillows,
half an eye
on window panes
writing up the poetry
of winter
Consciences
stirring, poised
to wake up
if much preferring
to sleep on
Yet, not too late
for Apollo
to light up
our darkness, see us
through it
Copyright R, N. Taber 2009
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