A Winter’d Life

Looking back into

Swirling winters past

Encapsulated like snowglobe’s

Universe, which by turns

Features riotous blizzard

Or exquisite grace of

First flakes falling fragile

As silver starpoints…

I hold my world, my story

Sealed within glass

Cupped carefully in palm

Of hand, pondering

Whether there was one

Tundra-like season, harsh

And harder than any other.

Was there a year, event

Which stabbed sharper

Deeper than icycles’

Diamond-pointed daggers?

Why do I see those distant days

As winter, with cold knife-edge

Slashing breaths’ abandonment—

Rather than as summer’s arid

Deserts burning through each

Layered tissue, to tender marrow

Gritty sand rubbed into words

Melding salty sweat and tears?

There was rarely a freshening

Spring’s sweet reprieve between

Summertime flareups…which only

Subsided as fall rustled

Harbinger’s haunted

Warning: Icy Roads Ahead.

What hides inside

Clear shaken ball?

A disappearance mysterious

New paternal regime

The injury which bled for days

And the murdered child who

Became barbwire boundary

Between good and evil

Protective love, and

Isolated neglect.

But answers, there are

None in snowglobe…

Perhaps the sea has sent

A bottle to the shore

Scrawled message corked:

“Ask no more…pen the ending

Heart longs for.”

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Waking Up Winter

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“Why not shrug at winter’s chill

Sing out loud, wow the crowd

Wearing red, plump with daring?”

Let less courageous smirking souls

Shiver, turn away uncaring

That each season’s treasure delivered

Shouldn’t be missed, disdained as cold kiss…

Too pale, unnoticed, hoarfrost white

Too soon bored, the passing throngs

Who forget first snow’s sun-tipped luster

And need a wake-up from wearied light…

“Why not dazzle their downcast eyes?!”

Shout crimson-scarlet berries bright.

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations,  2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Keepsake Light

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When hearts’ all seemed lost

E’er gone, irretrievably 

Far too dark for words…

You brought light in a bottle

Love’s shooting stars, dancing sea


Filling azure glass

Every moonbeam, hope with wings

Winter shadows flee

‘Mid swirl of love-light’s wonder

Keepsake bottle’s legacy

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Fog Hanging Low

I recall fog hanging low

Before Winter spilled her snow

First few flakes, then fathoms deep

Quieting our cul de sac street

Closing tight each home in sleep

As though they were one, the night

Sky and ground’s soundless white…

Preceding months, Fall, fog’s thick cloak

An entity settling somber upon folk

Muzzy thoughts muffling words spoke

Shoulders hunched, heavy steps slow

Somehow though, we made our way

Through those pewter yesterdays

Damp endless bleak, much concealed

Decades gone, secrets still not revealed

Hid amid long weeks’ gray pall

Of Northwest fog hanging low, I recall

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations,  2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Winter Wind Chimes

Winter wind chimes woo

Faith’s melody, hope of spring

Hold fast, patient souls

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Wind Chimes Photo: Rhen’s living room

Jar of Stars

Jar of stars fallen

Caught in winter’s silv’ry net

Saved for scattering

When dim-shadowed summer nights

Beg shimmered dust angelic

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

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