Icy Reflections…

Ice-laced, morning chased

frozen thoughts are raised

reaching to the cold gray sky

asking questions –  how and why

Frozen – – in a solemn grip

a single snowflake falls

silently we watch and wait

while a stark earth calls

Unable, unwilling, unspoken

to respond

unknowing, uncaring, not there –

we go on…

Never quite, in our sight

clearly seeing what we’ve done;

where we’ve gone…

Some mornings I rise with joys, others with questions and cold. I seem to read the earth message – search for it – as I rise. Fast frozen  in this chrysalis of winter – now is the time to let those questions out into the depths  of a cold sleeping world, from a frozen heart.  Let them go. Breathe them out. Do not worry how they sound or what they mean.  They fall upon the snow-topped frozen earth and wait – like us – for spring.  Go about your day. Lose yourself in the concretes of must-dos….those questions lie like burning seeds upon the frame of time.  Given, they will rebirth, and visit you with surprise, when time responds and we have ears …