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

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Winter Trees

“Now I realize that trees blossom in spring and bear fruit in summer without seeking praise, and they drop their leaves in autumn and become naked in winter without fearing blame.”

~ Kahlil Gibran