tenWord Winter

    Photo by Mary Bach

Tracking my grief

through winter woods

this all looks familiar

       ~ ~ ~

Time stops

in the winter temple

drifting at the door

       ~ ~ ~

We shiver

in the winter room

while dreaming of green

       ~ ~ ~

As dusk curls

around my shoulders

stars beckon me, "Come!"

These are ten word poems about winter, sort of.  The tenWord from is in response to Victoria's dVerse prompt.  The form itself is from another member, Brian, who (rightly) stated,     "...after ten words no one is listening anyway." The subject of winter is from Fireblossom at Real Garden with Imaginary Toads.  I'm not sure if I quite captured the human emotion she asked for but, oh well!

Prose Poem - Tracking

I think with some work this could be a good one:

Tracking

This morning
I open the door
Step out
And push through
The new-fallen snow.
It’s already tracked
By deer, and rabbit and squirrel.
I follow their tracks
Through the yard,
Across the garden
And into the field.

Tracks are clues,
Tell-tale signs;
And what do my tracks
Reveal?
Where have I been
And what have I done?
Can you tell?

From the right perspective,
And with enough distance,
We can see
Our tracks form patterns,
Both intricate and haphazard.
They meet and mingle
With the tracks of others,
And those points
Of intersection
Are the most alarming
And lovely
Of all.