Cedars and Stone Steps

Snow falling on cedars,
sticking on stone steps.
Snowflakes down strong brown branches
--a still-life, frozen in mid air.

Snow failing on cedars,
melting on stone steps.
Sinking water under wet green grass
--winter wonder dead in a spoiled spring.

Soft snow started falling,
filling the world with a cold, white
would-be blanket of sleep.
But soft snow does not stay.
Dreams drown out as nightmares,
hope despairs in search of itself
--an ugly world filled with half-frozen fear.

Snow falling on cedars,
failing on stone steps.
Gathering to die beside wood pillars
--Nature's strength that will not endure

a cold dead world without release,
a crying anguish without peace,
a lasting winder without spring,
--and a should-be summer maquerading life as death.

Copyright (c) R.L.L. 2005
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This was on myspace for a while, until I decided that it ought to be brought over here for everyone else to read. I was proud of it when I wrote it. Who knows now...

-RK