Snow in the Air

August 21, 2016 Danielle 0

The wind is playing an orchestra, two blocks over,

all dressed in ragged tweeds and rain-washed air.

It doesn’t so much howl as whisper, on the edge of hearing,

when you know no voice could possibly be there.

And the day is a dream of movement,

but the dark is never gone,

it waits behind every eyelid

like a half-heard, whispered song.

 

These winter afternoons are short, but growing longer;

sunset comes when last week it was night.

A splash of red, of fire, before it’s over,

and the light drains through the horizon, who knows where.

And the day is a dream of movement,

but the dark is always there,

waiting behind every eyelid

like the smell of snow in the air.

 

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clear skies

July 8, 2016 Danielle 0

Soft as rain at night

the sky goes on forever

like footprints in snow.

 

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June 15: mist in the early morning

June 15, 2016 Danielle 0

Headlights are scattered through the mist like pretty stones,

like fairy lights, or shells on a beach.

Each is a single universe, complete and circumscribed

by thought, by time and space and the buzz of the early morning radio.

We drift along the road, tumbleweed in the last of the night.

 

Our drive, like any living thing, is to be not alone.

To touch or be touched,

to fight, or love, or consume. To comprehend.

To intersect.

 

Each light in the mist, each pebble universe

strives to overlap in some way with another,

to touch the atoms which become our thoughts

and so be not alone when the night is done,

when the waves wash over the beach, and only mist remains.