Some Thoughts Before The First Flakes Fall.

Some thoughts before the first flakes fall.

As the sun sets a 

scarlet bloodbath 

over several countries, 
thunder roars in another,
flashes of lightning 
reveal natives scattering
for the shelters of grass huts.

Elsewhere, soft warm breezes 
in the early morning glow of dawn 
tiptoe through a window 
rousing a toddler
to dance in its caress.

Cities much like ant farms, 
come alive daily, 
scurrying workers
bisect at every turn,
amidst sandstone 
and rock canyons.

All over the world 
nature is at play, 
We are just game pieces 
moved by its actions.

Much like tonight’s moon 
with its beckoning yellow face
calling me to go out and gaze
through a scope of glass lenses at 
its empty, cratered countenance.

Leaving me staring in wonder
at the rarity of our world
teeming with life
while empty rocks spin
far from my eyes view. 
battered by falling stars
coated in frozen nitrogen glazes
silent and barren
of all of the loveliness
found here on our home,
Even as bitterly cold 
as it can be.

November brings me 
much Thanks given,
Although winter 
Is such a dreary time,
December will gift wrap
my days in 
glistening white sheets
that will fill my heavy stockings.
January will nip 
each time my frostbitten 
derry is aired, 
and February
will pierce my 
frigid heart, 
with an arrow that points
to my endless March....
towards relief at last 
though fair April 
May take a while
until June.