A Nostalgic Christmas Fairy Tale

We met in a college football atmosphere,

eyes locked immediate intrigue,

the sort you might not remind anyone

for it is meant to be a

quiet recall,

a soft memory

when everyone else went home.

 

There’s no one left to remember,

except perhaps

her,

the snowball fight,

the falling flakes

as big as night

Hennepin avenue forever,

we would run into each other’s arms

this sort of love

thing neither understood,

nor would either try to

recall another season.

 

We were playing soul-mates

while cars drove by,

people glanced and imagined

two people in love

playing in the snow,

a winter’s night,

a quiet recall,

I remember being with you,

so now the memory is left me blue.

 

I would say Happy Xmas around now

for we’ll never recall just when and how.

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Carpe Diem #904 Kazahana (snowflakes)

snow

outside my window

~

soft snow sweet

gentle reminder

real lovely flakes

~

outside the glass

feathers drift moonlit

snowflake Heavens

~

somber mind frames

a doorway to the cool breeze

so sweet snowflakes

~

peace

forget humanity’s torment

visualize flakes

~

my gasps are

audible to tonight’s world

painted dream

~

Carpe Diem #904 Kazahana

 

Soft The Mind’s Eye

I’m watching the snow fall,

winter’s first day, midwestern ritual,

we dress for this,

we pray it might blanket the dead.

The thought of fear and trepidation,

a far and away distant memory when lost

in the beauty of a fresh freeze,

playing in the cool morning breeze.

I wonder about the shelter of some,

in this season of giving, murdered by the take

of a society ruthless in their loss of compass –

that measure of humanity we seemed blessed

as a child suddenly lost in the mire of want.

We might take a moment and breathe together

realize this is the same as last year, and will fall

in similar manner to symbolize the beauty of loss,

our departure from knowing life beyond Nature.

We cannot control the weather, no matter the vice

to hide our hearts from the reality of our own advice.

When Nature Steps In

We are eager like the children we once began our lives

when outside we feel the changing seasons begin a cry

suggest for a time everything motivates our mind revives

itself in the cool winter air, as Mother Nature stops by

~

For a moment we will stop and watch the descent of beauty

in colorful rays as the atomic nature of energy begins to sigh

when once before a moral hardship might offer less security

tonight, I’m excited to know there will be no other reason why.

~

I can feel my lonely body anticipate the changing of the guard

a certain smile has me overcome with anticipation of morning

while we prepare our lives to meet the newly christened yard,

we’ll chuckle as all our lives this rite of passage keeps returning.

~

I want to watch while the sky in methodical thrust covets my why

I wish to by evening know we will swift be layered by Nature’s sigh

Designed Day Dreams

snow covered trees

I remember that day,

it was 7th grade civics class

We had to draw the landscape

the colors turning. We could see.

When then we each with a notepad

began to venture into a faraway

retreat away, the sky brilliance

our guide toward a fantasy.

~

I was unable to recall later

that cold December morning

just how beautiful the leaves

were just weeks earlier, radiant

in the autumn sunlight.

Life was an easy walk

along pathways that

breathed the lovely

vestige of Nature’s remedy.

~

Winter skies are meant to

chill our heart and soul.

The trees hadn’t any designs

to seek desire’s passion.

Today the branches remained

stark and sleek, now barren,

holding only a key toward

sudden loss, the fallen summer.

~

A week earlier the branches held a fresh snow

At least he felt shelter in his new travel home.

Snow Swept Surreal

snow

Laughter while holding hands dance the avenue

Crunching paths of fresh laid powder in view

Soft glaze of ice to melt desire’s cheek

When passion’s eyes together would love seek.

I could walk forever with you this night

Amidst tinsel and adorned Christmas light;

Seemed just ahead a corner’s quiet road

Might lose strength and the moment swift erode.

Chill swept across the cobblestone facade

Soon suggests, scolds this intimacy odd.

We are alive in one another’s dream

Holding court yet tossed to the side we seem

Misfortune in winter’s arctic release,

Somber dust, silvery wise; Nature’s peace.

Summer Notions

I stood soaking in the rain last night

Weeks of that dry relentless sunlight

Baking our naked soul, hot tarred street

Bodies over tanned, burned by the heat

~

The apartment feeling summer’s wrath

Long, windless, aching for some draught

Scorching relationships, angst abound

I hadn’t known quite how I’d be found

~

Last night we knew songs of the evening sky

Gave signs above, the heavens about to cry

Like a sudden storm blankets horizons

Our bodies need for refreshment beckons

~

Now in winter’s wrath no sunlit amber

As snows melt we will soon know our summer