The beguiling, spicy scent of smoke on the air
Frozen liquid gent’ling down
Cool twilight fallen ‘cross the land, soft and blue.
Iced fingers and nose, stiff with chill,
Light fading from yellow to white
And on into night blue.
Winter has come, once again,
Stillness in the storm.
The call of a bird stirs my mind –
Black wings against white sky.
A chill creeps in from outside
And life is thrown awry.
Orderly, neat, the outside says –
Chaos reigns for everything.
Snowflakes tumble, crash, and fling
Through tumultuous air winters bring.
Anarchy inside and anarchy out –
No organized life can overcome
The laws of nature unchanging as the sun
Though to deep depths one may plumb
For a hint of stability.
Stability comes from the circle of time –
Nature is silent, can only mime
As her beauty is stolen – the very worst crime.
Yet still bird calls stir my mind
And black wings beat against white sky.
Take care, fellow travelers.