1/27/2024 – the smallest bit

I walk between the gnarled, snow-weighted boughs
Seeking for but the smallest bit of green

1/26/2024 – a rumble

I have often found
In the absence of sound
There is a rumble in the ground
Beneath my feet

If one can but hear
By turning your ear
Away from the noisome drear
Peace waits

Shadows settle in
Where my heart can’t stay lighted
And linger till spring

Look for me out upon the trail
Where greenest mosses thrive
Out where in every small detail
A thousand small things live

Great noises abound
In the air around
So that always, sound
Plagues my ears

I set out to be
A better version of me
Yet thus I remain

Something of fire within me
Yearns to burn through
The years of crumpled papers
Of broken timbers
Of half-built staircases
That make me up

And then let rise
From the ashes
Something unshaped
By flammable things

I find myself e’er wanting of
The things I do not have
Yet never conscious of the lack
That still would fill my heart

Blue skies peeking through
Speak of paradise above
This unending drear

Hurrah for northern winds and for the quieting, white snow
That there upon each branch and leaf makes all an artful show