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Winter
by Nadine Van Hees
Clouds
like rolling ocean waves
break on the mountains to the east.
I watch the pool of gray blue light
In the south
as it recedes.
Winds
From some unknown direction
Move mists around
In slow reform.
The mountains and the sky, like lovers
embrace the coming of the storm.
In this sky
I see the ancients
all things dark
and all things light.
All around
and up above me
passing death
and coming life.
On earth
the cold and sleeping roots
of trees no longer colored there,
and grasses
still and silent
waiting,
dark and frozen
brown and bare.
No birds
cross over this dark morning,
Just a faint and distant cry.
No living thing,
no warmth or color
moving
In this winter sky.
12/23/2013
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