vanishing
February 23, 2010
snow fall this morning,
melted away by the afternoon;
fearful me-taphor.
7:00 AM
February 23, 2010
dragging out of bed
into the living room,
watching snow flakes
slowly whipping,
slowly whirling,
blown here
blown there,
finally coming to rest,
in a white bed,
looking so warm,
looking so cozy,
leading me back to my own bed
to sleep away the day,
warm and cozy inside.
An (In)Convenient Truth
February 13, 2010
Record breaking
Back breaking
Shoveling driveways
Walkways
Throughways
Doorways
No way can there be this much.
Seventy-plus inches of snow,
More on the way,
And spinal surgery by age thirty.
Global warming, my foot!
Here’s an inconvenient,
Or maybe convenient truth
Depending on how you look at it:
Al Gore is a liar.
snow day
February 12, 2010
as a child
i thought
nothing was better
than a snow day:
staying home
warm inside
cold outside
free to build
free to roam
free to enjoy
being free.
and i love it still.
Haiku
December 20, 2009
Snow slowly falling
Through the frosty winter air
Resting in my mouth
in a hurry
February 3, 2009
the orange
alien glow of the
lamp posts, like
a gossamer fire,
lights the flakes of
snow as they flick
by in a hurry to hit
the ground
and melt.
ho ho ho
December 20, 2008
when i step into the evening
it feels like snow–
absent a blanket of
white–strings of light
blink silent shouts.
-_
December 16, 2008
rain taps at the glass
in such a subtle staccato–
by the time we look
it’s snow.
night. berlin ’99
October 4, 2008
silence causing snow falling on
cobble stone empty roads
lined with trees we duck to pass
under the leaves as we walk this
peaceful night
the first time you knew snow
‘i want a flake to land on my eyelash’
you beam as we skip then walk
hoping we wont get where we’re going
passing by a statue of an italian chef
daily specials written in words we cant comprehend
we go inside to watch the air battle the
white bombardment
the ground begging to lose the fight
slowly being buried under blankets of white
walking home its quieter now
only one light on the street as our feet seek
to glide to the crevasses between worn brick
hoping for surer footing
and i know this night is salvation
when you light with joy and begin to cry
‘look look! a flake on my eyelash’
i think it’s the brisk clean air i miss most of all. (hoping i wont one day reminisce about today’s reminiscence)
August 31, 2008
the sunshine reflecting from the snow
on a saturday with nothing to do
stale, repetitive breakfast spiced with chalula
i try not to stare at the pine needles
so much as to let you know they’re more beautiful
than our your conversation
and we stroll
its cold out, but too beautiful for anything save a t-shirt
my feet cool and dry in my shoes and a jacket
a little too tight
breathing the crisp air you talk about your guitar
your hopes for a band we both know will
never materialize
we pass over grass we know we’ll leave soon
and dream of a place better than this
(dirt made mud filled snow now slush)
knowing full well we’ll later dream dreams of this day
recalling the cool brisk air and the joy we feel
knowing we’re soon to be overcome
reminded we cannot beat the cold
more needles and pine trees and squinting through fall
the beauty of spring – the life of so many things
and the death of our shared plight
a place we’ve found so comfortable
balconies where we pledged to smoke at least one bowl
of vanilla black cavendish
friends we were sure would never fall in love
places we were sure we’d never leave
and times we were sure about which we’d never
reminisce
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Tucker J. Collins
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David X. Hugo
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