Tuesday, December 9, 2014

White Light

I look to the tree line
and see a pale grey cloud
being crushed by a dark grey cloud
holding back the chilling
white light of a Winter sky which threatens
to pierce my bones
should I not scurry from its sight
fast enough

Looking through some old papers, I found this little poem that I wrote about 10 years ago  --  Winter seems still to hold its sacred and threatening power