Pond

Our pond is frozen again
just in time for skating
around and round
riding the balanced skid

Then, thaw
in between seasons'
transformation

Grasping at foundation
as skating shifts
into walking
 

Limbs

Dusk and all is one
dark beauty
reaching up
limbs stark

Openly arrested in daylight
by the cold and grey

Our limbs extend
bend
lend
tend

Dusk and all is won
  

In the Still Hollow

I silence

the call

My voice buried in the still hollow,

first of all

Meandering
unmarked roads

where answers do not thrive

and wonder dies
 

  

Billow

Hear imperceptible tones ring,
inherently fragile hearts beat
billow
sing

Senses metronome side to side
Ride without aim
or blame
the same daily dosage

How it connects to any insulating mechanism
used to distance heaviness'
menacing windchill