POEM: Budapest

I know you best by the gray of your winters

when road salt coats the sidewalks

and a witch of wind rides down the Danube

whistling around pedestrians on your broad bridges

      — except there are no pedestrians

                  — save for me —

river crossers huddle in yellow trams

or pack into the Metro that rolls under the river

I know your beauty can be unsullied

I’ve seen a Budapest in bloom,

under blue skies and cotton clouds

But your gray days lend a distinguished air

a melancholic miracle is birthed from gloom

a sweep of story,

 a piece of poetry,

that would move a stoic to tears

And escape is always close at hand

for Kürtőskalács fires sunshine in my mind

Desolate Snow Haiku

boot crunch
‘a cloudless night,’
he concluded

 

old coat of snow
nary a track in sight
beauty abandoned

 

snow blind
trudging and slogging
pure torture

 

crust of snow
over dry powder
bone cold

 

drifting flakes
add a wedge wall
to a farmhouse

DAILY PHOTO: Day & Night Skating at St. Stephen’s Basilica

Taken in December of 2014 in Budapest, in front of St. Stephen's Basilica (i.e.Szent István-bazilika)

Taken in December of 2014 in Budapest, in front of St. Stephen’s Basilica (i.e.Szent István-bazilika)

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POEMS: Dreary Day Haiku

IMG_2123Clouds chugged landward
Smothering a festive town
In a dense, gray cloak

 

Dreary days have come
Reminding me of Britain,
the long nightless nights

 

Drizzle piddles down
Dimpling the sidewalk sheen
With random ripples