Winter Music

The yellow moon of morning frosts

Breath a white murmur on the tiles 

The season is here - is now - now

The air jaundiced as the catalyst fails

The white quietly of the roofs

Afternoon shadow is the searching 

Season's long light quest - for a - a

Across empty water's 'Logos'

The water - transparent - nothing

Nor from it's eternal flowing 

No finiteness called - to stand on

No - not yet - a summons of God 

Turmoil , directionless, flinging 

Branches closing the corridor

Surfaces amok - confusion

Instances no expectation

At the halt facing hopes ending 

The king - stone enthroned -blind inert

Wordless  - with unknown carve - smiling

Smiling in the silent dark - waits

Reviews

[writing mojo]

nature as it is more then less the effort of being one with spirit of humanity..we await the solstices in reins of our hibernation for enlightenment to peek in cusp of reason...excellent piece

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"the white quietly of the roofs" splendid snow image...

winter breathes and we tense up...hopes end with winter, and we just wait again for the light.

[Michael Oliver]

Yep - that is the subject of the last verse - have been reading Ancient Egytptian creation myth - reminded me that the Statue at the end of the passage deep in Abu Simbal is only touched oonce a year by the rising sun of the winter solstice - you got it Jacob