Poetry – Page 80 – Picking Up Roots

Tunnel Vision

life's walls are closing in,
circumstance constricts, 
narrowing my vision;
through this tunnel
all I can see
is all I have:
so much love,
capabilities and opportunities,
the wisdom of my experiences;
the world presses in it - 
it suffocates -
let it,
I can see,
I have all I need

Cold

a dusting of frost 
coats the world
as a cold sun
takes its place in the sky;
so many balk at the bitterness
of the cold;

why not embrace its crispness -
the clarity it provides -
the heavy heat of summer
is a comfort,
but it is thick with humidity
that clouds the mind;

the cold bites
awakening the mind
to all that is
and all that can be;
embrace this vision

Fall to Winter

the sun rests alone
in a cold November sky;
its power has waned -
though its presence remains welcome -
instead of warming the body
it now warms the soul -
much needed
in these shorter days
of darkness and dying -
as the colors fade from the world
the soul remains on fire