December Wandering

December Wandering

 

I look at you

And see you stripped of your armor

Moonlight casting your nakedness

Into familiar planes and shadows.

I know I should not dwell

In the past

 

My wandering eye watches

The winter sky above bare trees;

Numerous flocks of geese and ducks

Shattering the variegated gray with blue silhouettes.

I am not comfortable

Dwelling in the present. 

The moss is still green upon the roof

Growing in cracks between tiles,

The moisture of the air still nourishing spores;

I put off climbing and removing it.

There is no place in the future,

Let me come home to you. 

Ariel

Dec 20, 2006

 

Three Brothers, Taft Bay by CC Willow