Snow

After a weekend in the 50's winter has returned. Snow and blowing snow. Perhaps a foot or more by tomorrow.

summer flowers
so far away in this
blowing snow

oh, to be young
and flirt
raven in love
bobs his head
rustles his feathers
she watchs
waggles her wings
and he mounts



blowing snow
i clean the driveway
so i can clean it
again


this longing for spring
blown away in the snowy wind

no traveling today
the roads buried in snow
i'll stay home
drink hot tea
dream of you


this bitter wind
brings heavy snow
and thoughts
of warmer days
holding you


yesterday the raven
cried out for love from his
lonely branch
today i wait for your call
from the silent phone


These are just free writes done here.
The snow is so bad it isn't worth the mile drive up to the Vertin Studio. I will have to go out and shovel soon or else the dachshund will have to blow is way to go to the bathroom.
Tonight I'll send some work off to Erosha.
The raven stories are from yesterday. It was springish, in the 50's, and Zach and I had gone to Marquette to pick up Kristyn from the bus station. We had time so we went out to Presque Isle and heard this eerie echoing call. No idea until we saw the Raven in the pine that hung out over the cliffs above Superior.
We figured it was a mating call and later saw a pair of ravens on the bath. He bobbed his head and ruffled his feathers in front of her. Suddenly she bowed and fluttered her wings and he mounted her. Raven love! In public. Shameless exhibitionists. Ha!

winter storm
i remind myself that
all things will pass
but, outside the snow falls
and drifts against the house



visiting the whore
he tries to buy back the love
he lost when she left


Enough for now. Peace!