WINTER WAS HARD

Winter was hard
wandering along the
frosted pathway
collecting pieces of ice
shards of cold air ionized
translucent opaque quartzs
ghostly multi-layers of life
fused from a nascient existence.
gnawing, fleeting mortality
A lift of cold air
moving through the trees
creaking branches
evokes ghastly thoughts
of an ephemeral existence
well beyond exigent finite
thoughts....
Winter was peering through me
coalesced cold and apathetic
memories of an ethereal
world beyond
any intimation.

The moon is a harsh mistress

Oh poetic Ocean
Mistress of the moon
You are made from tears of lonely mermaids
Drop by drop
Trickle by trickle
Intermittent,
pulsing,
palpable
You are the music of quantum time.


At night
The full moon glare skims over you
as a spirit in flight
And you lay naked as a woman in love.
Open,
Receptive,
Responsive,
To the words,
song,
and touch of her lover
like her
You are a harsh mistress.