macdaill
Mar 03, 2014 01:24
The snowman ages
in the bitter cold sun.
One solitary eye
remains on his face,
his carrot long gone.
Icicle tears drip
from frosted visage,
worn by polar wind,
pocked by weak daylight.
Soon the ground will drink
his vital fluid.
He will seem gone then,
’til frozen winter
restores cold spirit’s
imagination;
to rebuild his life
when it snows
snowman,
snow,
winter
macdaill
Mar 01, 2014 10:58
Blood spangled flowers
bleed in the warm breeze.
Troopers mute bodies
gaze with vacant eyes.
Peace has returned
and the Raven feasts.
macdaill
Oct 16, 2013 23:23
The cats on Facebook
have invaded the internet.
As electronic claws stretch,
and golden circuits purr;
here, kitty kitty.
macdaill
Sep 14, 2013 03:47
Broken pencils In a row.
Dry painted brushes.
Lost art blowing down
An empty street.
Where have you gone?
macdaill
May 18, 2013 05:46
Winter's arctic frozen wrath
has blown away for another year,
and now my spirits gently rise
with the dawn's radiant sovereign.
Spring has o'erwashed my senses
with clement and welcome relief,
for the dark and cold have melted
and the sun shines yet again.