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Tag: Winter

Emerald Green Moss-Poem

The weather was dreary and cold, the way winter feels midway.
It’s chilly and a bit windy, all I could think is, “I should of just stayed in bed.”
“At least it was warm and toasty, sleepy,” Now I’m outdoors and the leaves have been
dead, swept and picked up by those huge revolving street cleaning trucks. Instead of seeing beauty, all the trees are bare, naked, branchy silhouettes. They have a nightmarish quality, something Tim Burton would appreciate. And the sky is full of grey claustrophobic clouds, moist, not letting the sun peak through. The streets are wet from a mixture of dew and rain, they’re shiny, glistening, slick. I’m needing the comfort of caffeine, something warm and caramelly, soothing. Something that will perk me up, something that will make my headache go away. The cold seeps in through my pants right around my knees and my converse sneakers are feeling the dampness of the street. I’m feeling underdressed, sluggish, cold as I walk towards the coffeeshop. I walk with my head down trying not to expose my bare neck to the elements, that’s when I see the crack in the pavement, it’s deep and long, it runs all the way through the parking lot. In between the crack, there’s a filament of emerald green moss, resplendent, alive.
My thought turns to poetry:
Like moss that grows in between blackened cracks in the road—
you need to see beauty in the ordinary.
Beauty is everywhere, hidden sometimes from plain view,
from the uninitiated, but it’s there…
Beauty, life, love
surrounds us,
shows up in unexpected places and sometimes if we’re lucky, we catch a glimpse of it.
As I walked into the coffeeshop, the sun finally peaked through the clouds that had formed in mind,
It felt reassuring, warm like a shamanistic dance of gratitude, even though my feet were still cold, my heart was aflame–I smiled at the barista and ordered my hot caramel topped libation to go.

Cashmere Scarf 

I love this time of year, The weather turns cold,

The leaves blow to and fro.

Brushed flannel feels soft against my skin.

while Jazz plays holiday cheer.

The brisk morning air in my room, I hear

my children talking, then laughing

getting ready for school, it

reminds me of my youth.

Hot chocolate, warm slippers,

and couch blankets, I’m watching TV;

distracted because

I’m soaking it all in.

I breath in the love

cozy like a well worn cashmere scarf;

warm glowing thoughts,

there’s something

about winter

There’s a certain rhythm,

It’s the season of love.

You Are Winter



It is winter now,
I don’t want to open my eyes.
The blankets are warm.

Winter Shroud

The cold air engulfed me
like a frosty winter shroud.

The Coldness Of It.

The white of snow
conjures up so many

It’s bleak and beautiful,
pristine yet cold.

It covers up
the surrounding
mountain peaks like a
rabbit’s furry coat.

I imagine
saber wielding
Poles mounted on
their trusted steeds,
boldly crossed
a snow covered

to attack a
German mechanized
Wehrmacht panzer
against the white and
green trees.

opened fire–
astonished, mouth agape,
Twentieth Century Teutons
meeting animal and human flesh
with hot punishing steel—

the white heavenly powder

I imagine the absurdity
of it
played out like a
Shakespearean drama,

The backdrop—

a lonely
snow covered field, as
peaceful as the one
I see today.

Suddenly filled with
as the contrast of
mechanized infantry
charged by an archaic mounted cavalry,
met each other
on that distant

by today’s military standards,
tragic, in the sense that
an end of an era occurred.

Nothing about it
makes sense,
only the winter
backdrop and the
mythical coldness
of it in my head.

Golden Memories

that golden leaf that fell,

marks the change of a
perfect season
of warmth.

each lost leaf I find
becomes a memory of myself.

Frost On My Grass


Frosty grass
and shrubs
that a new
has come.

Out comes the
mittens, seems
like I’m always
missing one.

Warm blankets,
fleece, wool
and winter
come down
from the

I don’t need
an excuse
to wear
a cozy hat
when my
are covered
in ice.

Holiday music
makes it
perfectly clear,
that winter
in all it’s
is finally

It’s time to
brake out
the eggnog and
spirits, sit by
a warm fire to
sooth our
many thoughts.

P.S. It’s the end of the
fly season where I’m from,
seems that the pesky bugs
die off during
this time of the

P.S.S. Thank you,
Jack Frost

Summer Shade


Ever consider the trees?
How green
and magnificent
they are;
during summer-
giving us
there shade.

During fall
the leaves
slowly dissipate,
leaving them barren
through winter.
When everything
seems to die?

Then back again
for spring.
Giving us hope
for new life!

If we could listen
to the trees-
they tell a story.

A lesson in life-

That everything has
a season,
just like the
wise king