Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Today, the Sun Hangs Bright in the Sky

Today,
the sun hangs bright in the sky
and sets the asphalt to gleaming
it turns dead grass
in the meadows
to gold
and casts celtic shadows
through skeleton trees
onto the world below

This week:

a close family friend
lost his father
to the metal wheels of a train

another friend passed
after withering quietly
for almost a year

a co-worker's mother
left this world
abruptly on Saturday

Today,
death drifts around me
I face
the inevitable realization:
Life Is Terminal

There is no guarantee
for any of us
that we shall have a tomorrow

But

Today
the sun hangs bright in the sky
and sets the asphalt to gleaming
it turns dead grass
in the meadows
to gold
and casts celtic shadows
through skeleton trees
onto this world below

Monday, January 11, 2010

Why it is Sometimes Wise to Acquire a Rottweiler

Walk in the Cold of Winter

Thirty-two degrees
with the temp softly falling
I step out my door
into the cold of winter dusk.

Snow lay in a thinning blanket
over the hills
the smell of it sharp and fresh.
Dark trees stand,
silent sentinels
against a purple-gray sky.

So cold, it makes my nose hairs shiver.

My legs are restless,
the blood in my veins
hungry
for that rapid pulsing rush
of rhythmic movement.

Not merely inclination
but a passionate longing
to dance, to hike, to run,
to hear my loud heart drumming
to feel my breath in ragged gasps

In effort
I find balance
of body and mind
in tandem
they keep me sane.

Or saner
How sane can it be
to walk in temperatures so cold?

Full dark
I round the last bend
early stars
sparkle
bright and brittle
as the scent of snow