ROBERT FROST SPEAKS   Robert Frost speaks to me … Don’t you see? He talks of promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep.   Where I cannot relate, At least, often in my fate; Is the woods in the snow, As I…

I’ve always wanted to see snow, To be in its cold embrace, To watch as it falls around me, My presence not getting in the grand way of things. Appreciate every single flake, For being so uniquely itself, Yet looking so beautiful, When it melds…

Winter Season The winter season expands across the earth To calm the summer love And to bring an end to the restless souls  To soothe the air Of all the craziness Trees began to wither And the green grass fades away And thou shall love …

Hands A complex system of phalanges, muscles and nerves Graceful, dexterous, strong Brittle, fragile, frozen Basted with invisible snowflakes These fingers have pinched flames But fall prey to frostbite I do not want this manicure.

The page opens to snow on a field: boot holed month, black hour/ the bottle in your coat half vodka half winter light./ To what and to whom does one say yes? You stumble through the winter’s breath, Ice cold kisses on rose red cheeks, Footprints…