held hostage

cold arctic wind sweeps through my leather coat
wields sure paths between fur hats and wool scarves and tender skin
seeps cracked blue hypnosis into my gloves
this winter demon blows fine particles of sub-zero drafts rolling between thin windows and ill-fitting wood frames
he holds warmth as a hostage in a few hours' bright sunlight

even icicles weather quietly on my heart and soul


held hostage
[2012.9.2...a]

winter movements

my eye catches white
mosaics of ice patches glitter on a sea of asphalt 
puffs of white smoke from chimney tops create silent, modern ballet  


winter movements
[2012.7.2...a]

white storm

ice wind swirls
frost covers tile roofs, whitens plant pots
every now and then a flake pirouettes
the Snow Gods are not far away


white storm
[2012.31.1...a]