Results tagged “Winter” from The Allurium

I like the way that snow alters sound, remakes the visual.  Changes the touch and feel.  It turns our words into clouds.  Vanishes on our lips.  Our tongues too vivid a furnace for it to linger long.  It falls in a soft forever...and then, like the poem says, it tightens.  Makes ghosts of what we know.  It whitens to blank.

It is 7:45 and I should be in bed by 8.  This day (now evening) has narrowed.  Time that stretched into tomorrow is pointed now toward work, and to that early rise.  So I type with an eye to the clock.

"Is that the wind from the desert song?
Is that an autumn leaf falling?
Or is that you, walking home?"
-- How to be Invisible, Kate Bush

Snowflakes were tracing horizontal lines, moments ago: sideways confetti.  A graceful film grain effect, growing the afternoon pale and close.  It's still as a chime, now.  White and silent.  Thursday, and music is playing.  Minutes evaporating.  January fading up and trailing off, into a ghost sky.

"Snow has forgotten itself." - Peter Davison

Putting away the globe, while the sky blue stretches open wide, flowering sunlight down. White traceries, thinning, shrinking from the edges of the shade. And birds, all a-flutter.

Winter's last.

Removing dust while Kate sings on the stereo. At the end of three days off and I'm getting this stuff done, readying for Spring. March has been sparse, shifted. I'd like to get a plant or something. New life for the new season.

Winter wasn't really that hard -- but I'm ready for the blooming.

It's a ghost morning, the pale on the ground going from blue to white as the day opens up. Cold again, now. Winter again. The sky is smoky silver.

I'm thirsty. It's quiet. The salt trucks are keeping the streets clear. Gotta pack a lunch. It is a long day, today...

we should dive into the beautiful. plunge deep, without reservation. wide-eyed and delighted. weeping or laughing...or both. maybe a part of us grows with that. recharges.

so

this day is tall and perfect blue. shining. and I'm off...and warm. and beautiful music is filling up my space, wrapping around the day. the lightest dusting of pale snow stretched out in the morning -- then pulled back in the sunlight. like a tide.

now it is all still out there. and in here.

beautiful.

It is all vague rain and wet-cotton pale on the first day of the new season. I would have enjoyed lingering in sleep -- but today is my day off and there is still much to be done before Christmas.

So I am heading toward coffee. And the first full day of the frosty season.

Hello Winter.

:-)