Month: February 2015
a place of light and shadows
The frozen stream
Lays sleeping
In its white vastness
With hundreds of footprints
Etched
Across it,
And on the other side,
A long divide
-a broken surface.
No one has wanted to tread across
This uneven space
But on the smoothe Crystalline surface
Where many have walked
The frozen stream
Is like a giant white flower,
Its petals
Neatly stitched together
-an enormous quilt.
With drops of honey sunlight
And shadow of trees.
There is great beauty here
In this place of light
And shadow. J. Hamilton
sun
sun.
sun
I walk in snow
In a sleepy daze.
I hear the the sound of my feet
Moving across
A wintered path.
Pinecones
-brittle edged
Sit under naked trees
As if waiting for
Spring.
Finally
For a moment
The sun appears
Taking the place of a gray slate sky
-shining like polished seaglass. -J. Hamilton