This Kind of Snow

 

There is a chill to this April day,
With white skies too bright
Without the sun's yellow filter,
And wind too sharp

Against my skin.

Shielding my face,

I gaze down at my feet

Only to be surprised by

A gathering of pink teardrops.

In spite of the cold,

I smile at the colour

And into the blaze of blossom

That is above me,

Blocking out the stark white wall

Of cloud.

Now, the same sharp wind blows

Petals down, past, around me

So I stay.

I concede under the trees

That I am grateful

To be under

This kind of snow.

 

 

 

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Imagining This

This patch of grass
Is open to the roads,
The sky, the path -
But I let my limbs sink into the grass,
My knees past the daisies
Directly under the Sun.
The passers by
Can watch me unfold -
Yesterday, 
I was one of the
Moving ones,
Imagining this.

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The Sun

 

God gifted us the Sun.

I don't know why He hides it some days - 

Maybe he doesn't

But when it appears,

I feel the call

Deep from my bones

To be underneath

Such a serene

Energy.

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Now

 

  I could not enjoy even the sunniest day

When my mind was ill, 

Turned in on me - 

I only saw the shadows it cast.

Now I ask my mind to describe the sky -

And while it is occupied,

I raise my face

To the Sun. 

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Barefoot among the Bluebells

 

The Sun is coming –

Spring flowers

In her flame red hair.

Her veil flows down her back,

Becoming a flickering train
Behind her
That turns up the earth as she passes,
Leaving frost thorns burrowed
And snowdrops standing
In their place.
Soon we will be able to walk
Along the ground,
Barefoot among the bluebells.

 

 

 

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The Curve

 

I forget, when stones

Block my way,

That when water flows

Over rocks,

The curve

Catches more light.

 

 

 

 

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Pencils

You have been collecting pencils

Your whole life.

You have enough so far

To colour this scene

The way you want to.

And those you add

To your pencil case

Will be the perfect shades

To mark your future

Masterpiece.

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Writing

 

I am creating

A beautiful picture,

Crafting, using words.

While writing,

I watch my curled-up cat

In the corner 

Be her own artwork,

Just by breathing -

Beauty already exists, 

Beyond my own efforts

Of imitating.

And yet,  

Knowing this,

I want to try - 

And keep on writing.

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Lines Haiku

 

Stones broken and cracked

My feet keep walking over

Searching for straight lines

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Snowflake haiku

 

Ice outfits sparkle

Snowflakes sway to the music

Then bow to Winter

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Snowflake

A few feathery 

Flakes of snow

Floated down

In front of

April.

The blossoms, bristling,

Furled each flower - 

They would not have

A loose petal 

Fall

And be mistaken

For a 

Snowflake.

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Shapes

I make shapes with my body. 
I have lined the horizon,
Saluted the moon and

Looked towards the clouds.

But sometimes, 

I move to be small -

Like a circular shell, or

To lower my chin

Away from the world.

By creating forms

True to myself,
They will be different each day -
The slowest form of dance.

The Hill

 

I met the wind

Half-way up the hill - 

It whispered possibilities

I gave it my gratitude

Then we parted 

Ways,

Moving in different 

Shapes 

Than before.

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