Freshly fallen snow
pure white smoke screen awaiting
grandfather’s dark cane
Freshly fallen snow
pure white smoke screen awaiting
grandfather’s dark cane
Snow flurry façade
camouflages all in white
empty bottles buried
Ptarmigan struts proud
plump white belly full with seed
wolf gives thanks to moon
Prairie blizzard howls
white drifts across barren land
Sahara dunes roll
Blank neighborhood morning.
White rooftops,
White roads,
White crystalline air.
Scene of muted beauty.
Nature’s austere reminder of need for rest.
Need for a season to slow down,
To hibernate, rejuvenate,
To reflect and celebrate.
Now is the season.
White morning mountains
chaste above horizon pink
blush of innocence
Wine glass shatters
stem and goblet severed
illusions of relationship
exposed
Sharp jagged edges revealed
captivating expensive bouquet covered
robust promises
forgotten
hidden
left to languish
unable to balance with delicate notes
of expectation
Scatted shards lay on the table
lay on the floor
as once you laid with me
fragments of our hopes and dreams
loosened from a grasp
now splintered pieces
What once was
no longer is
A stark realization
How appropriate the glass was empty
no red stain on the precious carpet
blank white
pure contrast to tainted desires
no tears
no drops
to mourn the loss
Resignation
a simple break
to open eyes
how fragile words have become
how brittle emotions
Hidden cracks
now fully visible