snow falls
all night long,
silently piling.
i awaken
to a place
unrecognizable
as the one
in which i took to slumber:
the world's detail erased...
temporarily.
White-Out [Free Verse]
2
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art --
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors --
No -- yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever -- or else swoon to death.

an egret flares
to a dramatic landing
in a sunny grass patch.

a muscular tree
poses with limbs outstretched;
shrubs are unimpressed.

twisted root piles
stretch across the walkway,
reaching like amoeba.

deep in winter,
the blue water makes it
Caribbean summer.

the sunny side
of the mountain falls into
a cloud’s shadow.

the last few leaves
tenaciously hang on
into mid-winter.

even the small mountains
hide their tops in the clouds:
rainy winter day.