By J. Wayne Oldroyd
I face February’s winter day.
no noon sun again today.
Looks like snow every day,
without expectations,
home I stay.
I feel like a closet hook,
carrying the weight,
of winter’ s freight,
this winter day I truly hate.
Nothing to do today,
Christmas decorations already put away
Through my window,
I follow tiny pawprints,
Crossing the snow,
I wonder where they go.
Destination unknown,
but life’s evidence is shown.
They have secret trails
to places unknown.
furtive journeys,
Divulged by the snow.
But who, where or when
I do not know?
The wildlife squirrel
their secrets away,
trying to escape
the gray of this winter day.
Silent with piercing cold,
yet vaguely warmed,
by diminished sun,
their journey toward spring just begun.
I must face the tedium of the day,
to walk hopefully through
inches of snow and thinning light
that fails to ignite
winters glow.
as much as I may yearn
for an early spring and warm
I must forgive
accept the weight of this snowy blanket
for spring is born from cold and ice
rising from frozen earth
called by howling winds.
As much as I may yearn,
for an early spring, green and warm,
I must forgive,
accept the weight of this snowy blanket.
For spring is born from cold and ice,
rising from frozen earth,
called by howling winds
So, I shall tolerate this winter day
for the warmth of my footprints
will melt the way
to a spring not far away
By J. Wayne Oldroyd
WORLD ACCORDING TO WAYNE
random thoughts, observations & reflections
