Candles [Free Verse]

Ancient cathedral: 
pews & altar
long gone.
Cold air creeps
through cracks
to flicker candles,
Candles lit for
those long dead —
though long remembered —
on a cold, winter day.

The Fray [Lyric Poem]

Rainy December day
blows in - not long to stay.
From season to season,
without any reason,
sometimes we feel the fray.

“Hoar-Frost” by Amy Lowell [w/ Audio]

In the cloud-grey mornings
I heard the herons flying;
And when I came into my garden,
My silken outer-garment
Trailed over withered leaves.
A dried leaf crumbles at a touch,
But I have seen many Autumns
With herons blowing like smoke
Across the sky.

“The Snow Man” by Wallace Stevens [w/ Audio]

One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter

Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,

Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place

For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

PROMPT: Cold Weather

How do you feel about cold weather?

In the abstract, sitting here in the tropics, I’m fond of the idea of winter. When I’m in cold weather, I’d prefer not to be.

“The Chimney Sweeper” by William Blake [w/ Audio]

A little black thing among the snow,
Crying ''weep! 'weep!' in notes of woe!
'Where are thy father & mother? say?'
'They are both gone up to the church to pray.

'Because I was happy upon the heath,
'And smil'd among the winter's snow,
'They cloth'd me in the clothes of death,
'And taught me to sing the notes of woe.

'And because I am happy & dance & sing,
'They think they have done me no injury,
'And are gone to praise God & his Priest & King,
'Who make up a heaven of our misery.'

Dusky Winter Scene [Haiku]

church at dusk
looks shuttered and vacant, then
door creak, candle flame

Bone Cold [Haiku]

milky moonlight
pulls heat from bone:
winter night.

Buffeted [Haiku]

wind buffeted:
the coast is vibrant green
but wintery cold.

Cold River [Haiku]

goose at water's edge:
cold river flows around
unmoving legs.