Out in the Cold
"Out in the Cold"
On snowy days I can't help but wonder
(as snow falls like static, unseen against the sky)
at this cold winter of the world.
The alabaster blanket falls
and kills the world-noises
no distracting flowers or squirrels-
just my thoughts and myself
and the faint crunch beneath my feet.
It's enough to make me think
that perhaps winter wasn't always like this
that perhaps the Romantics were right
and once we shared winter with the gods
who have abandoned us now
(or perhaps we abandoned them)
and in the old age's cold
(where warmth was just fire and fur)
they walked with us,
constant companions who we now miss
without having ever known anything
but their absence.
(and yet ahead on the path
a one-eyed man
is walking)
-2/19/2008
On snowy days I can't help but wonder
(as snow falls like static, unseen against the sky)
at this cold winter of the world.
The alabaster blanket falls
and kills the world-noises
no distracting flowers or squirrels-
just my thoughts and myself
and the faint crunch beneath my feet.
It's enough to make me think
that perhaps winter wasn't always like this
that perhaps the Romantics were right
and once we shared winter with the gods
who have abandoned us now
(or perhaps we abandoned them)
and in the old age's cold
(where warmth was just fire and fur)
they walked with us,
constant companions who we now miss
without having ever known anything
but their absence.
(and yet ahead on the path
a one-eyed man
is walking)
-2/19/2008